Granny Qin stared coldly down at Commandant Zheng, who knelt on the ground, and said icily, “I hear the Commandant was blessed with a son early this year — your household must be in quite a joyous mood these days?”

Commandant Zheng’s heart lurched, and a chill ran through his entire body.

After a long pause, he said in a low, heavy voice, “Your Highness, this humble servant understands. I will arrange for men to escort Her Highness back to the palace at once. Without making the slightest sound.”

…

Feng Jiu’er was brought to the medical hall, and the place immediately burst into activity.

“Gently, be gentle with her!” Xiao Yingtao, hovering nearby, was nearly frantic with worry — how could these female physicians be so rough?

Jiu’er was still unconscious, already letting out the occasional groan of pain. If she woke up now, surely the pain would be unbearable!

“Gently, please!” Xiao Yingtao wiped at her sweat, wishing she could just push them aside and do it herself.

“If you’re so capable, why don’t you do it yourself? What’s all this shouting about if you can’t? And if she doesn’t pull through, will you be the one held responsible?”

The female physicians gave a cold snort, not sparing Xiao Yingtao a single glance.

The words “doesn’t pull through” made Xiao Yingtao bite her lip and fall silent at once, not daring to make another sound.

But seeing Feng Jiu’er’s brows still knit tight in pain even while unconscious, her heart ached unbearably.

Jiu’er’s body was covered in so many wounds, every single one torn open by wolf claws. For a young girl to be clawed like this — it was truly pitiful.

These female physicians were clearly letting their emotions guide their hands, cleaning Jiu’er’s wounds and applying medicine with such carelessness, such roughness!

In their eyes, Jiu’er was no different from a pig — something to be handled however they pleased!

“No! Be gentle!” Xiao Yingtao’s temper flared as she watched one of the female physicians casually flip Feng Jiu’er over. She leapt to her feet at once.

“You… if you keep this up, I… I won’t let you get away with this!”

This was too much — they had gone too far!

“How exactly do you plan to stop us? Are you saying we should just give up on saving her?”

The female physicians actually pulled back their hands, sitting aside, completely ignoring the girl lying on the sickbed.

“How could you do this!” Xiao Yingtao, tears welling up in her eyes, cried out toward the doorway, “Murder! Help!”

She grabbed a blanket and threw it over Jiu’er. Sure enough, the moment the cry rang out, several people burst in from outside.

“What’s going on?” Headmaster Fang Zheng asked in a deep voice.

Xiao Yingtao was about to speak when one of the female physicians stepped forward quickly — the arrogance from moments ago had vanished entirely. Now she was the picture of meekness and humility.

“Headmaster, this female student’s injuries are severe. We’ve been doing everything we can to save her, but this girl…”

She pointed at Xiao Yingtao, her eyes full of resentment. “This girl doesn’t know anything, yet she complains that our movements while saving her aren’t gentle enough.”

“Headmaster, her wounds are this severe — some pain is unavoidable. There’s no way for us to make her feel absolutely no pain at all.”

Another female physician stepped forward as well, looking thoroughly wronged. “My lord, we’re just ordinary physicians, not immortals.”

“You… you people!” Xiao Yingtao was nearly beside herself with rage. “Headmaster, they’re clearly doing this on purpose! Jiu’er is already hurt this badly, and they keep handling her so roughly, flipping her body around carelessly.”

“Headmaster, they’re being so careless with their work, I…” “Headmaster, if we don’t turn her over, we can’t apply medicine to the wounds on her back.” The female physician’s face was full of grievance, tears nearly spilling. “Headmaster, with her like this, how do you expect us to save her?”