The next day, Xia Zhaoyun arrived early after her meal and happened to run into Zhao Si'en seeing two women out the door.
Zhao Si'en winked at her, and Xia Zhaoyun pursed her lips in a small smile before heading up to the dormitory.
Wang Huiwen's foot was so thickly bandaged it resembled a dumpling, with a circle of girls fussing over her.
She was holding an egg in one hand and a spoon for her brown sugar rice porridge, with a spread of chicken soup and pig's trotter soup laid out before her.
Xia Zhaoyun raised an eyebrow. "Is it okay to wrap it so tightly? The weather's getting warmer. Aren't you worried it'll fester?"
Peng Shulan, who was peeling an apple, chimed in with a smile, "The doctor specifically instructed the nurse to bandage it this way to prevent a secondary infection. We just have to make frequent trips to the hospital to get the dressing changed."
"Miss Xia, you have no idea how scary it was treating the wound last night!"
