Han Lei suddenly understood, she gently held Ms Li's rough hand and softly said, "Ms Li, is it for Xiaole's leg?"
"Forgive me, Princess Consort, I know you're busy, but I really hope Xiaole can..." Ms Li's tone was full of apology.
Han Lei patted the back of her hand, feeling a wave of guilt rising in her heart.
She had promised to treat Ms Li's son for his leg ailment, but due to various affairs, she had delayed it again and again. Three to four months had passed in the blink of an eye, no wonder Ms Li was anxious.
She looked at Ms Li's haggard face and could imagine how this mother had spent these days.
"I'm sorry Ms Li, it was indeed my negligence." Despite her exhaustion, Han Lei decided to work overtime, "I'll perform the surgery for Xiaole tonight."
"Really?" Ms Li, upon hearing this, was so excited that she was about to kneel, but Han Lei quickly supported her.
