Song Chongzhao's face was pale, almost fainting from the pain.
The people around him were taken aback too.
Especially Lady Gao, who hurriedly shouted for a doctor to be called.
Song Hong said irritably, "What doctor? It's just a dislocated arm. With so many people in the house, just have someone fix it. It's the New Year, isn't it bad luck to call a doctor in?"
What he said wasn't unreasonable.
The old soldiers around Song Hong had all been on the battlefield and knew how to handle common injuries and basic first aid.
To them, a dislocation was nothing unusual.
After hearing Song Hong's words, Lady Gao said nothing further.
Song Hong motioned to his personal soldiers to step forward and fix Song Chongzhao's arm.
Over there, Maternal Aunt Hou and Little Lady Hou were still blaming each other.
"It's all your fault, you bringer of bad luck! Look how short a time you've been married, and you've already caused my Laosan to end up like this!"
