Elodie's spirits were low and she had no appetite. She picked at the food Estelle had made, ate a few bites, then grabbed her phone and headed straight for the hospital.
In the gynecology department, the doctor examined her and frowned. "The tearing is fairly extensive. It could easily get infected. Take this slip to the first floor for your medication. Use the iodine wash once a day, the ointment twice a day."
"Thank you."
"Newly married?" The doctor looked at her with disapproval. "Tell your husband to be gentler during i*********e. Your body is still adjusting. It can't handle that kind of roughness. No i*********e for a while either. Wait until you've healed."
Elodie was in her 20s. The mechanics between men and women were no longer a source of girlish embarrassment. But the doctor
