And Ye Xixi, at that moment, suddenly seemed like an air cushion doll deflated of air, collapsing instantly and falling to the ground with a thud.
Lu Qiao quickly ran over to support her, swiftly carrying her back to the bedroom.
When the manor's doctor came to examine Ye Xixi, he saw her arms covered densely with red spots. Lu Qiao knew these were all punctured by the needle tips on the stabbing disc, and her wrist was bruised from being weighed down by thirty pounds of sandbags, covered in bruises. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was covered in wounds.
"Young master, Miss Ye is over-fatigued and a bit dehydrated, that's why she fainted. Resting for a while should be enough. As for her wounds, applying some ointment will heal them quickly," the doctor said.
The needle wounds aren't severe, just very painful. Otherwise, why would scholars in ancient times hang their heads on beams and pierce their thighs just to stay awake for night studies?
