Even after moistening her lips, Fu Mingxue's burning throat remained unresolved.

But it's slightly better.

Qin's father, who was waiting outside the ward, probably heard the commotion inside and came in as well.

"Mingxue, how are you feeling now?"

Qin's mother stopped him immediately, "Hey, don't ask. Can't you see Mingxue is upset? Don't let her talk."

Fu Mingxue really didn't want to talk right now.

Firstly, my throat was very dry and uncomfortable.

Another problem is that the wound is extremely painful.

I didn't feel anything when I got injured last night.

But the pain is more pronounced now.

Her only hope was that her hand wouldn't be affected.

Otherwise, how would she work?

Upon hearing this, Qin's father did not ask any further questions.

"Now that Mingxue is awake, I'll go and call the doctor to come and take a look."

Qin's mother's eyes lit up. How come she hadn't thought of that before?

So he urged, "Then you should go and call the doctor to come and take a look."

She also needs to ask if Mingxue can still eat.

Qin's father turned and walked out.

Noticing her daughter's discomfort, Fu's mother asked, "Do you need to go to the toilet?"

Fu Mingxue nodded.

She received several IV drips last night and urgently needs to go to the toilet right now.

"I'll get you a chamber pot."

Fu Mingxue: ...?

"No, no need, just help me up—"

Fu's mother refused outright, "That won't do. You're injured like this, how can you walk? What if the wounds reopen?"

Qin's mother agreed, "Mingxue, your mother is right. We can't move around easily. Let's wait until you're feeling better for a while before we go to the toilet ourselves."

Fu Mingxue: ...?

Well, she doesn't really want to go anymore.

"I'm not going."

He uttered three words.

Fu's mother objected again.

"That won't do. What if you hurt yourself by holding it in? Even a child knows you can't hold your pee."

Fu Mingxue: ...?

Or perhaps we should just let her die.

Fortunately, Qin's father had just called the doctor.

Fu Mingxue breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the doctor.

"How are you feeling now? Is it just the wound that hurts?"

Fu Mingxue nodded.

"It's okay, this is normal. After all, the effects of the medicine have worn off. By the way, you can't eat anything now. Wait until you pass gas before you eat."

The mother, standing nearby, asked anxiously, "Doctor, will this affect my daughter's hand after it heals?"

The doctor shook his head. "It won't have any effect."

Upon hearing this, not only did Fu's mother breathe a sigh of relief.

Qin's parents and Fu Mingxue all breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor examined Fu Mingxue again and then had the nurse draw blood.

When Fu's mother saw that her daughter had had two large tubes of blood drawn, she was heartbroken.

I was already bleeding a lot from the injury yesterday.

Now that so much blood has been drawn, how long will it take to replenish it?

When the doctor had finished the examination, Fu Mingxue asked, "Doctor, can I get out of bed and go to the toilet by myself?"

Her throat feels much better now than when she first woke up, so she can speak more fluently.

The doctor nodded, "Okay, just walk slowly, and have your family help you."

Fu Mingxue was overjoyed—since the doctor had said so, her two mothers couldn't stop her anymore, right?

Qin's mother then asked about any dietary restrictions.

"The patient's surgery did not involve the gastrointestinal tract, only the limbs, so there is no need for fasting. They can eat after passing gas. Just avoid spicy and stimulating foods, everything else is fine. Of course, it would be better to drink some liquid food today."

"Okay, we understand."