"Yes, yes, yes!" Li Qingxiang immediately stood up and echoed, "Luzhu, you must examine the old lady again quickly, and make sure not to delay her condition."
"Okay."
Mu Luzhu nodded gently, walked over with a full face of tenderness, reached out to take hold of Old Lady Fu's wrist, and felt her pulse.
Even if the person who saved the day was Mu Qingli, so what?
In the end, the credit would still be her own.
Mu Qingli was destined to be nothing more than a stepping stone.
With this thought, Mu Luzhu's lips curved up in a tender arc, unabashed.
Mu Junliang was a smart man, he knew that Mu Luzhu was deeply favored by Old Lady Fu, and this gesture was not only icing on the cake but also solidified Mu Luzhu's position in the hearts of the Fu Family and Old Lady Fu.
Mu Qingli was nothing more than a little farm girl who had returned from the countryside, what use was the credit to her?
Therefore, the person who saved the day could only be Mu Luzhu.