The Beloved Imperial Physician: She Has Hundreds of Secret Identities

Qiao Ningjiang’s head throbbed as if her skull were about to burst.

The racket in her ears made her feel even more on edge, and she furrowed her brow.

“You useless lot! If Miss doesn’t wake up, you’ll all be buried with her.” A stern voice came from above. Qiao Ningjiang finally snapped. She flung open her eyes and glared straight at the speaker.

But the woman hadn’t noticed. She continued scolding them.

“Miss is kindhearted, so she’s never thrown her weight around or made demands of you. And how have you repaid her? You’ve only gotten worse, disregarding her safety. Today Miss fell into the water; tomorrow she’ll scrape her knee. She’s never blamed you for any of the bumps and bruises she’s suffered, not once. Yet you take advantage of her kindness. If Miss weren’t protecting you, I’d have broken both your legs and thrown you out of the manor to feed the dogs.” The woman was furious and hadn’t noticed that someone had already woken up.

“Matron... Matron, please don’t be angry. Miss... Miss is awake.”