Fen Ling's footsteps indeed came to a halt.
Taking care of patients...
Those patients, some had swollen, festering skin, others were coughing incessantly, even coughing up blood, and some were vomiting...
No! Asking her to care for those patients—she'd rather die!
"Yexuan..."
"You should go back and rest. These next couple of days, there's no need to come see me."
Feng Yexuan's words didn't carry much other meaning; after all, he would be looking after patients, inevitably carrying traces of their illness on his body.
If she came to see him, there was a chance she could get infected.
"Prince, we'll go help, too!" As long as they could shake off Fen Ling, Jingri and Wangyue were elated.
Rather than dealing with Fen Ling—a woman so hypocritical it made them sick—they'd truly prefer catching the illness instead.
The three of them left, their very backs radiating an unspeakable sense of relief.
Fen Ling watched their departing figures, clenching her palms in fury.
