The old doctor wasn't really angry and waved his hand at Qin Yuan, "I don't owe you that meal, so stop the sweet talk. Next time you invite me to see a patient, remember to be gentle. My old arms and legs can't afford being mishandled by you a few more times, or they'll really fall apart."
After speaking, the old doctor ignored Qin Yuan, who continued to humor him with flattery, and picked up his medical kit to see the patients. When he reached the bedside and saw Mrs. Bai with her head covered in blood, and Qin Shuangshuang clutching Mrs. Bai's hand, staring dumbly at her, his heart couldn't help but sigh.
Recently, he had rushed to Qin Family Village three times in a row. Although the families he visited were different every time, they were all from one family. The first visit was for the Second Lady, the second for her elder sister, the Eldest Lady, and the third for Mrs. Bai, who judging by the wound had tried to commit suicide by banging her head but survived.
