Chapter 898: My Face Hurts So Much

Leaving the hospital, she quickly found a phone booth and called the Xue Family.

After that, she didn’t return to the hospital to find Xue Hongjuan but waited at the hospital entrance, hoping to leave a good impression on the Xue Family.

The Xue Family arrived quickly.

Song Bingjing immediately spotted the car the Xue Family was in and quickly waved to stop it: "Auntie."

Mrs. Xue saw Song Bingjing and anxiously asked, "Bingjing, how is Hongjuan? Is the injury serious?"

Song Bingjing hurriedly jogged after the car: "Auntie, don’t worry. Since it happened so suddenly, Hongjuan’s injury is on her face. She fell on steps, and two of her front teeth were knocked out."

She finished speaking, panting heavily, and the car also came to a stop.

Mrs. Xue quickly got out of the car: "Bingjing, where is Hongjuan now?"

Song Bingjing eagerly replied, "Auntie, I’ll take you there right away."

Mrs. Xue gestured for Song Bingjing to lead the way and said to the others closing the car doors: "Hurry up."

When they arrived, Xue Hongjuan was screaming: "An Xiaohao, you jinx, wait and see how I’ll deal with you. Ugh, it hurts so much."

The nurse nearby was so annoyed by her antics that she wanted to throw down things and leave, thinking: Such a drama queen. Can’t you just stay quiet for a while? At least let her finish applying the medication before you start acting up again.

Mrs. Xue entered and saw her daughter’s condition, shedding tears immediately from the heartache: "Hongjuan, how did you get hurt like this?"

Seeing her mom arrive, Xue Hongjuan started crying: "Mom."

But the tears ran over her abrasions, making her grimace in pain: "Mom, my face hurts so much."

After speaking, she thought about missing Grandpa Mu’s birthday banquet and couldn’t help but cry more sorrowfully.

At this, the nurse simply stepped aside, not wanting to take care of it anymore.

The more she cried, the more it hurt. Xue Hongjuan said to the nurse beside her: "Aren’t you going to help me clean the wounds?"

The nurse looked displeased, but in the end, said nothing and was possibly less gentle with her movements.

This provoked another round of yelling from Xue Hongjuan: "Change, change, I don’t want you to treat me."

The nurse was more than happy to oblige, so she stepped aside: "I’ll go get someone for you."

But she had just reached the door when she saw the head nurse coming with someone else, who frowned instantly and asked, "What’s all this noise again?"

The nurse shrugged: "The patient requested someone else to handle her facial wounds."

The head nurse gave Xue Hongjuan a displeased glance and said to another nurse nearby, "You go and treat her wounds."

The nurse didn’t hesitate at all and walked over.

But Xue Hongjuan regretted it, thinking, is this really a nurse, does she even know how to care, gritting her teeth and suppressing her annoyance: "Can you be a bit gentler?"

The nurse dismissively said: "Got it."

But she continued as she saw fit, not changing her approach.

Xue Hongjuan wanted to ask for a change, but before she could say anything, the nurse said: "Today, some of the nurses from the first floor are attending training, so we’re already short-staffed. One of them is temporarily assigned to accompany a patient during transport. So don’t think about switching again."

Upon hearing this, Xue Hongjuan calmed down and had to endure it.

Mrs. Xue hugged her daughter tightly: "Don’t be afraid, mom is here with you. Bear it a little longer, it’ll be better soon."

Finally, all the abrasions on her face were treated, and the little nurse packed up while advising: "You mustn’t cry again; otherwise, the medicine will be wasted, and you’ll have to go through it all over again. Tears soaking the wound is not good for recovery either."

Xue Hongjuan took a while to recover, and her first words were: "Mom, what should I do? How can I go to Grandpa Mu’s birthday banquet looking like this?"

Mrs. Xue also felt it was a pity, but fearing her daughter’s sadness, she consoled her: "It’s okay, nothing is more important than your face. Later, I’ll ask your dad to find more chances for you to visit the Mu Family."

Xue Hongjuan couldn’t accept it and her eyes reddened again.

Seeing this, Mrs. Xue feared tears would again run over the wounds and quickly advised: "Hongjuan, you can’t cry anymore. Don’t you want your face to heal faster?"