In the palace, Jiang Xuerong's hand wound was hastily dressed by the Imperial Physician.
Even after applying the best antiseptic medicine, her hand was still ruined.
Jiang Xuerong endured the pain, and the thought of never being able to wield a sword again ignited a strong hatred in her heart.
"Hiss—" She accidentally twisted her wrist, wincing with a sharp intake of breath.
The Imperial Physician looked at her tremblingly and said, "It's already bandaged."
Jiang Xuerong couldn't bear to hear the word "good" as her hand was broken, how could it ever be good?
She glared viciously at the Imperial Physician, turning his face pale before waving her hand impatiently, "Get out!"
The Imperial Physician grabbed his medicine kit and ran, not staying a second longer.
