Bai Shuilian, holding the hand of a maid, arrived at the west wing room and heard the sharp cries coming from inside. Her heart clenched tightly, wanting to step forward, but was stopped by an old nursemaid.
"Madam, you are injured and need to rest. The Old Madam has ordered that not many people are to come into contact with the Fifth Young Master to prevent the spread of smallpox," the old nursemaid said sternly.
Bai Shuilian pleaded, "Mother, can't I just take a quick look?"
"Madam, you are already seriously injured, and now is a time when your body is weak. You mustn't act recklessly," the old nursemaid glanced inside the room and said, "The Fifth Young Master's smallpox is at its peak. It's natural for him to be in discomfort. Madam, please be considerate."
Bai Shuilian's heart twisted into a knot, as her lower lip was bitten by her teeth until a bead of blood appeared.
