I'd be stupid to trust him, even if he actually sent it, who knows when it will arrive.
"You all seem quite attentive to her," the doctor said, with a hint of implication.
To prevent him from gossiping with Mrs. Fan, the servant pulled out a long-prepared explanation: "The master instructed us to take good care of the Third Miss."
Fan Rou's position in the family had improved recently; the doctor had heard as much, so he wasn't particularly surprised.
"Alright then, come with me." The doctor opened the car door.
The servant said a word to the butler before getting in.
Fan Rou remained unconscious until she finally woke up the next day.
Her just-opened eyes were again squinted shut by the bright light.
"Third Miss, you're awake. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" the servant asked with concern.
Fan Rou slowly opened her eyes, adjusted for a bit, moved slightly, and felt dizzy. She reached out her hand, wanting to touch where it hurt.
