Han Lei nodded and began to give detailed instructions, "Ms Li, go back now and have Xiaole take a hot bath. He can't get wet for at least seven days after the surgery. Also, from now on, Xiaole cannot eat anything, and he should drink as little water as possible, to prevent any accidents during anesthesia."
Ms Li jotted it down earnestly, afraid of missing a word: "Yes, Princess Consort, I'll go prepare right away."
Han Lei added, "We'll go wash up and have a meal. After a short rest, we'll begin the surgery. Tell Xiaole to relax and not be afraid."
"Yes, yes, I remember." Ms Li responded repeatedly, the worry on her face finally relaxing a bit.
Hua Tianyou patted Ms Li on the shoulder, reassuring her: "Don't worry, with the Princess Consort here, Xiaole's leg will definitely get better."
Dusk grew deeper, and lanterns were lit at the entrance of the Zhao family courtyard. Han Lei watched Ms Li's hurried departing figure and took a deep breath.
