"Not sure, let's check first."
As she spoke, she held Zhou Qiuyu's arm and started massaging from the shoulder down inch by inch. When she got to the upper arm, Zhou Qiuyu cried out in pain, "It hurts!"
"Bear with it."
Zhou Qiuyu, "..."
Feeling aggrieved, Zhou Qiuyu let out a small "oh," and when her wrist was reached, she started screaming again, her face contorted with pain.
With a wrinkled, tearful little face, she looked pitiful beyond words.
It made Wang Nan and the others heartache terribly.
"What's wrong with Qiuyu?"
Ge Sujuan looked worried, and Yi Chichi sighed, withdrawing her hand, "Muscle strain, and because her wrist joint was exerted in the wrong posture, it resulted in a slight sprain."
"Can it be treated?"
"Yes, but she can't do heavy work these days."
This situation is quite unfortunate, happening just in time for the wheat harvest. In terms of labor, she is not indispensable.
But it delays her from earning work points.
