After seeing off the two visitors, Luo Qiao closed the front door and turned to Gu Qianru who was standing in the yard, "Auntie, get some rest early."
Gu Qianru withdrew her gaze from the entrance and said, "Qiaoqiao, you're leaving in a few days, why invite that patient over tomorrow? Where do you find the time to treat illness? Don't end up fostering complaints again."
Luo Qiao took Gu Qianru's arm, "Don't worry, I've made it clear to them. It's out of consideration for the old lady who, at her age, is still running around for her grandson. Whether I can cure him or not, we'll only know after I've seen the patient. If it's treatable, we'll talk then."
After they parted, Luo Qiao returned to the backyard where her two daughters had just fallen asleep. Lu Yichen tiptoed out of the room, putting his finger to his lips to signal silence.
