Yes, Lady Funina!

Richard led the unsteady-walking Funina back to the office, and soon a gasp came from inside.

"How...how could such a thing be possible!"

Funina blushed, covering the hem of her skirt at the base of her thighs with both hands, and said with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.

She thought Richard was definitely making things up, saying that the way she walked just now made her look like a newly deflowered girl.

How dare a mere virgin say such a thing!

Fu Ningna was extremely embarrassed. She left her half-eaten meal and prepared to go out to explain to the staff of Mo Mang Palace.

"Lady Funina, where are you going?" Richards asked after slowly chewing and swallowing.

"I'll go explain to them."

"How do you explain that?"

"I……"

Yeah, how do you explain that? Are you going to gather everyone together and tell them in front of everyone that you're a virgin and that you slipped and fell in the shower?

That would be truly a disaster!

Funina already regretted telling Richard about it. If everyone else found out, wouldn't she lose face?

"Then what do you suggest we do!" After hearing this, Funina angrily picked up the bowl she had put down and shoved a spoonful of porridge into her mouth.

"Don't do anything, don't explain anything, just continue as usual." Richard replied calmly, having finished his meal and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"What if everyone takes it seriously?" Funina asked, looking aggrieved. If it were true, that would be one thing, but the problem is that she wasn't... Ugh, this is so annoying!

"I don't believe it. I only stayed at your place for a short time, and there were many eyewitnesses."

“Even in such a short time, you can do a lot of things…” Funina muttered to herself.

Richard's face immediately darkened. What did he say? What did he say?

"Fu, Ning, Na, Da, Ren..."

"Um, I'm sorry..."

Richard pinched Funina's face into various cute shapes, getting his revenge for pinching her face earlier.

A mere Funina...

I must say, it feels pretty good in the hand.

Richard stopped kneading when he thought he had done enough, and Funina quickly covered her face with her hands.

This guy doesn't seem to care at all that he's a patient!

Taking advantage of someone's misfortune!

Funina ran to the mirror and looked at herself; her face was all red!

"Any reason will do, as long as Funina doesn't want anyone to know..."

"Don't mention those two words!" Funina interrupted Richard's spellcasting in embarrassment and annoyance.

“Okay, if Funina doesn’t want others to know that she suffered a bruise from her lower abdomen to her upper thighs because she wasn’t careful while taking a shower, she can always come up with a different story.”

"For example, ill-fitting clothes, ill-fitting shoes, or hemorrhoids from sitting in the office for too long."

"What the heck is the last one?!"

However, after Richard's guidance, Funina quickly put the matter out of her mind. She and Richard had done nothing wrong, and their relationship was completely innocent—pure friends and subordinates.

Funina held the ring on her left ring finger, thinking to herself.

After lunch, Claude and Lynette returned from the restaurant. Upon seeing Funina in the office, they both looked towards Funina's skirt.

It was clear that the two men weren't looking at Funina's dress, but rather confirming something.

This time it was Funina's turn to say with a dark face and annoyance, "What are you two looking at?"

"Lady Frinna, are you feeling unwell today?" Clarinde asked.

“I caught a cold last night,” Funina replied.

She didn't care whether Clarinde and Lynette would have questions like 'Why do gods catch colds?'

Anyway, they've never seen any other gods. Gods not only catch colds, but some gods also get drunk and are allergic to cat fur!

"I see. Then why doesn't Lady Funina sit down and rest?" Clorinde wondered. If she was sick, she should sit down and rest instead of standing like this.

"..." Fu Ningna pursed her lips.

When Clarinde saw that Frynn was silent, her heart skipped a beat. Had she stepped on a landmine again?

She looked pleadingly at Richard, who was standing next to Funina, but Richard was drinking the black tea that Lynette had poured for him, pretending not to see her.

Knowing she had offended Richard badly, Clarin turned her attention to Lynette.

However, Lynette was focused on pouring tea for Richard and didn't even glance at Clarinde.

"Ugh, Lynette, you're such a womanizer!" Clarinde thought in despair.

Seeing that her plea for help was fruitless, Clarinde had no choice but to bite the bullet and look at Funina, saying, "Lady Funina, standing is actually quite nice, at least you don't have to worry about getting hemorrhoids."

Oh, damn it, what am I saying!

Richard and Lynette were already used to Clarin's reckless remarks, and Richard even added insult to injury.

"I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable about health and wellness, Clorind."

Just as Clarinde was about to say something, she heard Frynn speak.

"In that case, Clarinde, you should stand here a little longer."

"No, I didn't!" Clarinde looked left and right, feeling that the office environment was terrible and there wasn't a single person to speak up for her.

Clarinde was filled with rage and decided to stand and work all day!

Congratulations on picking an easy target!

After seeing Clarinde obediently stand up, Furynna finally revealed the reason why she couldn't sit.

"Last night... I fell."

Adhering to the principle of saying less to avoid making mistakes, Funina remained silent after saying those words.

Did you fall? Where did you fall?

Clarinde wasn't stupid; she knew she couldn't ask that question, and besides, she could figure it out even without being asked.

Since you can't sit, you must have fallen and hit your butt.

Thinking of this, Clorinde decided to make amends. She went to the locker and rummaged through it for a while.

Then, Clarinde carefully took a small medicine bottle from the cabinet, walked over to Funina, glanced at Richard and Lynette who were chatting nearby, and made sure they weren't paying attention.

Clarinde then said to Frinna, "Lady Frinna, here you go."

"What?" Furina looked at what Clarinde was holding.

“This is a secret recipe that I got from Liyue through someone. It’s very effective in treating sprains and bruises. I’ve been using it for many years,” Clarinde said, adding, “It contains special ingredients that not only promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, but also have the effects of removing scars and beautifying the skin.”

Everyone who's used it says it's great!

"You don't need to rub this medicine vigorously until it gets hot, do you?" Funina asked.

Clarinde was taken aback. "Lady Furina, you've heard of this medicine?"

Richard gave me a bottle.

"That……"

"What are you thinking about if you don't have anything to do with it!"

Seeing Clorind's hand gesture, Furina said irritably.

How could I possibly ask Richard for help with something like that!

Clarin thought about it and agreed. Although Lady Frynn's intentions were obvious to everyone, there was still a long way to go before she could actually do it.

After all, how could a girl like Xiaopa Cai willingly offer herself up to someone?

"How about I do it?" Clarinde thought that since Richard was inconvenient, she could do it herself.

Clarinde is an absolute veteran in treating sprains and bruises, a true veteran in the literal sense.

Her massage skills are guaranteed to be authentic. She usually takes care of herself when she gets injured during training, and over time she has naturally developed excellent skills in promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

To be honest, his skills are far superior to many doctors in Fontainebleau. If he ever loses his job in the future, he could easily open a clinic specializing in treating sprains and bruises.

Furna was somewhat tempted. Although Clorinde sometimes said inappropriate things, Furna still recognized her abilities.

After thinking for a moment, Funina asked hesitantly, "...Does it hurt?"

What are you saying? How can promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis not cause pain?

Claude wanted to tell the truth, but she was afraid of hurting Funina's feelings, so she said tactfully, "It will definitely hurt, but I will try to restrain myself and keep the pain within an acceptable range."

"Which one is it: minor pain, moderate pain, severe pain, or extreme pain?" Funina was still a little worried.

“It hurts a little to a moderate amount of pain. By the way, your wound should just be a bruise, right?” Claude asked.

When Fu Ningna was changing clothes, she took a special look and saw a dark blue bruise on her fair skin. She figured it was just a bruise and that the bone wasn't broken.

The position is a bit awkward, otherwise Funina could tolerate it.

Originally, Funina thought that even if she left the bruise alone, it would go away on its own in a few days.

But the incident at the restaurant made Funina change her mind: treatment! It has to be done! Even if it hurts!

And didn't Clorinde also say that it was only mild to moderate pain?

Having made up her mind, Furina nodded, and her gaze towards Clorinde softened considerably.

"Then please."

"Leave it to me, Lady Funina!"

"Come on, follow me upstairs!"

Fu Ningna thought that she would have to endure this pain sooner or later, so she might as well get better sooner.

Then there is no more.

There were two people going up, but only Clarinde came down.

Richard was puzzled. Where was Funina?

Funina was fooled.

She probably didn't realize that her so-called minor pain, moderate pain, major pain, and extreme pain were completely different from what Clarinde was thinking.

What Clarinde calls "minor pain" would be considered "major pain" for Funina. Although Funina has a high pain tolerance, it is only on a mental level.

At least until birth, Funina had not suffered any physical pain, but now she encountered her first Waterloo in the hands of Clorind.

Clorinde was also innocent in this matter. She had been very careful, and she had even checked Furyn's injuries before starting treatment.

Using minimal force, the most blood clots were dissolved, shortening the healing time of the wound from three or four days to just one or two days.

Even if the best traditional Chinese medicine practitioner specializing in sprains and bruises came, he couldn't do it as well as she did.

Claude even felt that her skills had improved again, reaching that mysterious and profound realm.

Even so, Funina was in so much pain that she cried. After the treatment, she lay on the bed like a salted fish that had lost its dreams, muttering something like "I'm so stupid" that was hard to understand.

"Why don't you go take a look, Richard?" Claurind suggested.

She was clearly a little guilty at the moment. Anyone who saw Funina like that would probably doubt their own skills.

Clarin wondered if the bodies of gods were different from those of ordinary people. She had also heard that some people were born more sensitive to pain, and perhaps Funina was such a person.

Did I accidentally slip up again while trying to flatter someone?

Can't?

Clarinde felt increasingly guilty and decided to sacrifice Richard to see if she could still be saved.

And Clorinde was prepared for the consequences. The secretary, who possessed the innate ability to step on landmines, said, "I can help you with the rest of the work. In short, I'm counting on you."

As you can see, she voluntarily requested to increase her workload; no one forced her!

Of course, Richard wasn't some kind of devil, and he couldn't possibly delegate all the work to Clarinde.