Old Mrs. Mu pushed Mrs. Jin aside with her crutch, climbed onto the bed herself, and felt a bit relieved as she saw Mu Xiangxiang's face regaining some color.
"Old man, Xiangxiang is cleaned up now, let Old Zhang come in."
Mrs. Jin was about to leave when Old Mrs. Mu stopped her.
"You can't go, later you have to make the medicine, as the eldest sister-in-law you must take care of this."
Mrs. Jin felt extremely irritated, and more importantly, she noticed her hand was burning and throbbing with a numbness that was particularly uncomfortable.
At first, Mrs. Jin thought she had touched something she shouldn't have and intended to wash her hands later, but the feeling grew stronger, and she started to panic.
"Mother, I want to wash my hands, my hands feel uncomfortable," said Mrs. Jin.
"Wash what? There's no feces on your hands. I'm telling you, don't think of slacking off, I'm keeping an eye on you." Old Mrs. Mu said, eyeing Mrs. Jin.
