As she spoke, she turned to Su Qiao. Although there was no smile on her face, her expression was still fairly gentle. "Xiao Qiao, your younger sister only lost control because she was too grief-stricken. I hope you won't take it to heart."
A few traces of tolerance showed in Su Qiao's eyes. She nodded with deep understanding. "Mother, I know how she feels. When my leg was broken back then, I was just as devastated."
As she spoke, she looked at her right leg with a troubled expression and let out a heavy sigh.
"Alas, that physician told me back then that as long as I didn't move around carelessly or eat spicy food, my leg would recover once the broken bones had healed. But in the end..."
After a pause, she advised her with apparent kindness, "But, little sister, don't worry. Your luck is definitely better than mine."
"Look, the people treating you are either famous physicians or imperial physicians. Every one of them is highly skilled and excellent at medicine. They definitely won't leave you disabled like they did me."
Under her mother's consolation and hints, Su Yuxin had just managed to calm down. Upon hearing this, a tremendous fear rose from the depths of her heart.
Doctors never told patients the truth when it came to their illnesses. In her previous life, she had seen too many cases like this in the hospital.
Besides, even if those physicians and imperial physicians were highly skilled, how could the medical standards here compare to those of modern times?
In modern times, she could have undergone surgery to mend her leg. She could have taken Western medicine to relieve the pain and speed up the healing of the wound. But she had none of that now.
Would her leg