The porridge had been kept in the thermos, and after two hours, it was still scorching hot. When it spilled onto Zuo Wanjun's wrist, it immediately turned a large area of her fair wrist red.
Mrs. Shen saw this scene and did not think she had done anything wrong. Instead, she laughed strangely in a low voice.
"Serves you right for trying to harm me, you wicked woman! Get lost! Hurry up and leave!"
Zuo Wanjun's tears welled up in her eyes as she endured the pain and walked out of the ward. She raised her head and bumped into Qingwu, who had just come from Elder Shen's ward.
She had heard that Zuo Wanjun was with Mrs. Shen and was worried that Mrs. Shen would make things difficult for her. After delivering the medicine to the two elders, she rushed over quickly.
"Mom, what happened to you?"
Seeing the porridge on Zuo Wanjun's wrist, Qingwu hurriedly pulled her to the restroom, rinsed it with cool water, and applied ointment she had made herself.