Nan Jiaojiao suddenly felt goosebumps all over her body.
She was standing in a blind spot outside the guest room, intending to walk around without showing herself. So why was her name the only one called out?
"What's going on!"
Bo Qingshan jumped out. He didn't go in; he stood at the doorway with both hands on his hips, "Why call my Sister Jiaojiao? She's not a doctor!"
Song Yuan didn't know that Nan Jiaojiao practiced Chinese medicine. She bit her lip, tears falling, "I'm sorry, I was just so scared. I wanted to find a familiar friend. I didn't mean to offend... I'm sorry."
This kind of half-said, half-hidden, pitiful way, although easily seen through, somehow made Nan Jiaojiao feel like a scumbag, leaving a seriously ill person ignored on the bed. She sighed, and despite disapproving attempts to stop her by Bo Yanching and the Old Lady, she straightened her chest, "It's okay, I'll go take a look. A guest, after all, must be a bit taken care of."
