After all, she was a woman, and the wound was on her waist and hip. She couldn't let the doctor see the indescribable itch in person, so she could only describe it briefly.
The doctor never looked at the wound, and the anti-itch medicine he prescribed for her was only a temporary solution and not a cure for the disease.
The most terrifying thing was that she always felt as if there was something in the wound, slowly wriggling in the dead of night...
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After Anxianju and Feiluxuan lost a large number of servants during the Mid-Autumn Festival, they were short of staff and needed to recruit new servants.
In addition to those bought from human traffickers, they also promoted a group of servants from the mansion.
When a row of servant girls were invited into Anxianju, Fu Ling was pinching her Buddhist beads with a look of annoyance on her brow.
She randomly selected a few who were good-looking and worked efficiently and kept them, and sent the rest away.
At this moment, a maid who had been rejected suddenly whispered, "Madam, the kingfisher embroidered on your cuffs is the wrong color?"
Hearing the voice, Fu Ling raised his eyebrows and looked at the maid who spoke.
The maid was a little terrified and quickly knelt down: "Madam, I spoke nonsense, please forgive me!"
Fu Ling glanced down at the small kingfisher pattern embroidered on the cuffs: "Wrong color?"
The maid nodded and said, "I have the audacity to ask: Has this dress of yours, Madam, been mended?"
Hearing this, Fu Ling's frown relaxed: The embroidery on this dress was accidentally snagged, and it was indeed sent for repair a few days ago.
"Go on."
After receiving Fu Ling's confirmation, the maid dared to step forward and gently pull Fu Ling's sleeve. "Madam, look, although this pattern is also embroidered with emerald green, if you look closely, there is still a slight difference in color between the original silk thread and the silk thread used for repairs."
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