Qiao Nian stopped joking. She took out a bottle of medicine from her pocket and handed it to Chen Qing with a smile. "On the way here just now, I've already examined Lina's injuries. It's just a cut on the skin of her hand. Her bones and tendons aren't injured, so there's no need to stitch them up. As long as you apply this medicine to Lina's wound, she'll recover very quickly. Go and apply the medicine for her!"
Qiao Nian wanted to matchmake Chen Qing and Lina.
Chen Qing's gaze fell on the medicine bottle in Qiao Nian's hand, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes. Then, he looked to the side and said softly, "Young Madam, you should hand this medicine to the servants and let them apply the medicine for the Seventh Princess!"
Qiao Nian looked at Chen Qing in confusion.
