Le Zhao frowned, "Lady Lan, it's better for you to sit down first. Didn't you say your grandfather is here? Why, do you not trust Senior Mu?"
Lan Ruo said despondently, "I do trust my grandfather's medical skills, but without seeing them, I feel uneasy."
Shen Qinglan sighed lightly and stood up, "Then let's go in and take a look."
"Wait, ladies!" An elderly woman, hunched over, came out from a nearby tent, her face still marked with tears, her voice choked as she spoke, "My grandson is still inside, could you take me in to see him?"
"Your grandson is inside?" Lan Ruo was startled.
The elderly woman cried out, "He has contracted the plague, and those soldiers won't let me in. I wonder, could you two ladies take this old woman inside?"
"No way!" Lan Ruo said, "If you go in and catch the illness, what will we do?"
The elderly woman wiped her tears, "But if my grandson dies, I won't be able to go on either!"
