Aunt Ning asked with concern, "Do you feel unwell anywhere else? Does your head still hurt?"
"My head is a bit sore, and so are my wounds," Fu Bing admitted, not hiding her pain. Hiding it would only make them worry more.
Aunt Ning lovingly stroked her hair. "I've already prepared the medicine. Once the bandages are removed from your wounds, we'll apply it. It relieves pain and won't leave scars."
"I'm sorry for making you worry." Fu Bing felt quite remorseful. She wanted them to lead a peaceful life, but they ended up constantly worried about her.
"It was an accident; it's not your fault."
"I'm fine now. You and Xiaomei should go back and rest," Fu Bing said.
