Chapter 640 She Reaps What She Sows
"Where is the ointment the princess sent?" Miss Cheng scolded the maid standing to the side.
The maidservant quickly turned around and took out some ointment from a cabinet nearby. "Second Miss, is this what you mean?"
Miss Cheng, enduring the pain, glanced up at the ointment, her brows furrowing tightly. She said sternly, "Quickly! Bring it to me!"
"Yes, Miss." The maidservant hurriedly stepped forward and handed her the ointment.
Miss Cheng glanced at her back and said, "Quick, put the ointment on me."
The maid hesitated, holding the ointment. "Second Miss, are you sure you want to apply it? This was given to Third Miss by the Princess; it might not be effective for your injury."
Miss Cheng said impatiently, "These are all medicines for removing scars and treating wounds, so they will naturally be effective. Apply them to me first, and if they work, we can continue. If they don't work, we won't apply them anymore."
The young maid dared not offend Miss Cheng, so she obediently lifted Miss Cheng's clothes to apply medicine to her.
Miss Cheng was trembling with pain, but she still gritted her teeth and had the maid apply the medicine all over her body.
Three days later, the ointment given to Cheng Wan'er by Mianmian showed obvious results, and the terrible scar disappeared little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Her fingers are also much more steady than before.
The maid beside her was overjoyed. "That's wonderful, Third Miss, your hand is almost healed."
Cheng Wan'er was extremely excited, her eyes were red, and tears were about to spill out.
She raised her hand, gripped the pen, and it didn't tremble as it used to when she exerted force.
The maidservant quickly brought her ink, "Third Miss, please try this."
Cheng Wan'er gripped the pen tightly, dipped it in ink, and wrote a character neatly on it.
The handwriting is beautiful, though not as neat as it was in childhood.
She held the pen, her body trembling uncontrollably.
The maidservant quickly took the pen from her hand and said with a smile, "Third Miss, your hand has just healed. There's no rush. Take your time later."
Cheng Wan'er nodded, turned around and sat down. After trying to calm her excited heart, she looked up and called to the maid, "Go, dry some more lotus seeds today. I'll also make some candied lotus seeds to send to the princess. She loves them."
"Yes, Miss Third." The maidservant smiled and withdrew.
For the sake of her good older brother, Mianmian sent someone to tell Cheng Wan'er a few days ago that she wanted her to make some more candied lotus seeds, so Cheng Wan'er thought it was because Mianmian liked to eat them.
Looking at her gradually healing hand, Cheng Wan'er felt very grateful to Xiaomianmian and wanted to treat her well.
As an unfavored young lady of the Cheng family, she couldn't do anything else but cook some of the things she liked to eat.
Soon, both Lord Cheng and Madam Cheng heard that Miss Cheng's hand was gradually recovering.
They didn't value her in the past, but now they send people to ask about her every day.
Miss Cheng, on the contrary, was neglected.
She applied the ointment that Mianmian had sent for two or three days, but found that her injury not only did not improve, but became more serious, and even started to ooze pus.
A young maid ran in from outside and said, "Second Miss, could the medicine have been given to the wrong person?"
Miss Cheng looked up, her face pale, and asked, "What's wrong?"
The maidservant stammered, "I heard from the people in the Third Miss's courtyard that the princess's medicine is working, and the Third Miss's hand is getting better every day."
Miss Cheng was shocked. "Impossible! I switched the medicine with a regular ointment. It not only has no effect, but it also causes the skin to ulcerate. How could her injury possibly heal?!"
The maidservant lowered her head and said, "That's why I said, was the medicine switched out incorrectly?"
As she spoke, she cautiously raised her eyes to look at the wound on Miss Cheng's back, "Miss's injuries are actually getting worse..."
Miss Cheng struggled to sit up in bed, her face extremely pale. "Has the injury on her hand healed?"
The maid took a few steps back and whispered, "That's right, Second Miss."
Miss Cheng panicked completely and quickly took out the ointment she had been applying for the past few days.
The two medicine boxes that were switched were exactly the same, except that the color of the ointment was different.
Her skin was slightly pale, while the one Mianmian sent was slightly pink, and now the cream is pink; she has clearly succeeded in switching them.
Miss Cheng's hand trembled slightly as she held the ointment; she couldn't figure out why.
Perhaps because she was too anxious and impatient, her vision went black and she suddenly fainted.
The maidservant panicked and hurriedly went to fetch a doctor.
As they were leaving, they bumped into Lord Cheng, who had come to see Miss Cheng.
Upon seeing the impetuous maid, Lord Cheng sternly stopped her, "What's wrong? What happened to Miss?"
The young maid stammered, unsure of what to say.
Lord Cheng gave a light snort, "Speak, what happened to her?"
The maidservant, startled, hurriedly replied, "Reporting to Master, Miss's injuries have worsened, and she wants me to fetch a doctor."
Lord Cheng had been heartbroken these past few days for injuring his second daughter, and now, upon hearing this, he felt even more guilty. "Take me to see her quickly."
After leading Lord Cheng into the house, the maidservant went to fetch a doctor.
When the doctor arrived, he immediately recognized her injury as the result of applying the wrong substance, and that she was in grave danger if things continued this way.
Lord Cheng sensed something was wrong and immediately began interrogating all the maids in the courtyard.
Later, several of the maids who were close to Miss Cheng had no choice but to tell the truth.
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