Old Mrs. Wen also sighed and scolded her son for being so cruel.
Mrs. Wen suddenly fainted, and the entire main courtyard was in chaos.
The maidservant wanted to call a doctor, but was stopped by the concubine: "How is Madam? Are you okay?"
"My dear ladies, please let me pass quickly! The doctor hasn't come yet!"
But the concubines kept asking questions at once, as if they had not heard what she said at all.
The personal maid was helpless.
He was glad that his wife was not really unconscious, otherwise, with such a delay, something serious might have happened.
She could only pretend to be extremely anxious and try to squeeze out.
But how could she, alone, be a match for these concubines?
In the end, he could only be squeezed among a group of concubines, unable to move.
The little maidservant burst into tears: "Ah! Let me go!"
She screamed and pushed these people hard.
"What are you stopping me to ask?! Am I a doctor?! I think you're doing this on purpose! You're stopping me on purpose and not letting me go see a doctor! You have such vicious intentions!"
The concubines who were just frightened did not recognize him:
"Hey, what are you saying? We care about our sister too! How could you misunderstand us like that?!"
"What's going on?"
The housekeeper came over with the doctor.
When the concubines saw him, they murmured and kept silent.
This steward had followed his master to the battlefield and was later retained by his master because he injured his hand.
The little maid ran over crying: "Housekeeper, please ask the doctor to see the lady! Wuuuuu! The concubines are here and won't let me go out."
The housekeeper frowned: "Where are the others in the yard?"
The little maid also realized this problem, but could only shake her head: "I don't know."
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