"Young Master Duan, have a bowl of conch soup. I just tried it myself, and it tastes delicious!"
Ding Xuan took the liberty to ladle out a bowl of conch soup, smiling brightly as she stood up and brought it to Duan Yunfei.
Duan Yunfei's brows furrowed slightly, his expression somewhat displeased.
Xuan Ming was about to say something when Shen Qinglan calmly remarked, "Conch soup can delay wound healing."
She lifted her eyes to look at Ding Xuan, whose expression had frozen instantly, and said, "Miss Ding, your intention to care for a patient is kind, but you must be more cautious next time."
The only person present with medical knowledge, Xuan Ming, said, "Miss Shen is absolutely right!"
Ding Xuan felt truly embarrassed and aggrieved.
Ignorance once is fine; being foolish twice is inexcusable.
