Their hearts looked down on Zi You, but they treated Zhao HongXiang with dedication.

In spite of Zhao HongXiang’s wound, they still did not wear masks. And they also didn’t dare to reveal the slightest trace of aversion.

They carefully exposed Zhao HongXiang’s injured leg. Then they stood aside and didn’t move.

“Remove the cotton bandages,” Zi You ordered once again.

Zi You secretly generated her spiritual power as she looked at the maidservants’ eyes that were filled with despise.

As the cotton bandages were being removed, Qiyan couldn’t help but turn her head away.

Zi You took a look at the wound. It was within her expectations. The rotting flesh was about the size of a child’s fist. Reddish yellow pus oozed out. The bad odor made people want to vomit.

Zi You lightly used her spiritual power and the two maidservants couldn’t help but feel nauseous. They ran out and vomited non-stop.

Zhao HongXiang didn’t care about his pain and shame and viciously scolded, “Cheap maids! You dare you show contempt for Ye?”

His mouth scolded, but his heart felt more grateful towards Zi You.

Even maidservants who had served him since childhood were averse to him. But Zi You did not move and carefully examined the wound. She comforted, “Xiang gege, don’t worry about it and don’t get angry. They’re just two servants. It’s not worth it.”

“You’er.” Zhao HongXiang wanted to move his hand and touch her again.

Zi You took the opportunity to use her spiritual power on the wound.

Zhao HongXiang immediately felt a heart-piercing and gut-wrenching pain that spread throughout his body.

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