"Alas, these days, commoners live like this. If medicinal herbs were cheaper, seeing a doctor wouldn't cost so much silver."
Seeing a doctor is expensive no matter the era.
Ye Muyu thought, however, in ancient times it was obviously more fatal. After all, a common cold could claim most people's lives, rich families included.
Ye Muyu thought of several remedies, wrote them down casually, and stuffed them into her chest.
"But the child's injuries seem to be more than just bruises; there are whip marks," the old doctor frowned, recalling the wounds he saw earlier, muttering: "Could I have seen it wrong?"
"In the capital, can they casually use whips at the docks? That's against the rules."
Ye Muyu understood better than the old doctor; those injuries didn't look like ordinary work wounds, rather like marks that only appear in such ambiguous situations.
Looking at the young man's appearance, he didn't seem to be born of a brothel environment.
