After Yue Jiaojiao and Zhao Zhan thanked the woman, they secretly stuffed a small piece of silver in front of her furnace before they left.
Zhao Zhan protected her as they went to find a palanquin for hire, his eyes alert the entire time.
"Doctor Zhou didn't even say that this hall was for women who are infertile. No wonder when I brought Li Miao to see Doctor Zhou, he didn't even need a summary. He only took her pulse and told me everything."
As Yue Jiaojiao spoke, she tilted her head to look at Zhao Zhan's cold and stern face and tugged at his wrist. "Zhao Zhan, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about what that lady said just now."
As Zhao Zhan spoke, he glared at the person next to him, who was drooling at his lover. His fingers hung by his side and he clenched them into fists.
Looking at his size, many people who wanted to take advantage of his lover silently lowered their heads, not daring to approach him.