Yue Rujing, being a doctor herself, naturally knew whether there was congestion in her own chest, and how could she not be aware of Gu Youyou's astonishing medical methods. It was because she was angry with Gu Youyou. Knowing that he had already woken up, yet she had still said such frightening words and even took out that little knife to scare people—that knife that was once used to treat Yuancheng's condition.
This ruthless woman must have done it on purpose.
When Banxia returned to the medical hall, Gu Youyou was already attending to another patient, a middle-aged woman.
She listened intently as she articulated the woman's condition and prescribed her medicine.
With a light smile, she pinpointed the root of the middle-aged woman's ailment and devised the most rational treatment plan.
The patient's transformation, from the furrowed brow and fear upon entering, to the gradual calm and relaxed demeanor, to the ease and comfort upon leaving, did not escape Banxia's notice.