Gu Youyou said, "It's still not possible. But since it's already so late, I can't make a diagnosis. I'll come by tomorrow at noon." With the medical facilities being so poor, there was nothing she could do.
"In the daytime?" The Emperor of Nanzhao looked a bit troubled. The issue was...
He said, "My mother, the Empress Dowager, only trusts witch doctors. If she finds out that Dr. Gu is not a witch doctor, she may not cooperate. How about this—tomorrow, you dress like witch doctors so she thinks you're one of them."
Gu Youyou: "..."
Searcy turned her head with disdain. The fact that she hadn't immediately said something sarcastic was proof of her incredible restraint.
Wouldn't this save the patient while boosting the reputation of witch doctors?
Gu Youyou gave her a calming look. Life is unpredictable. Who knows what tomorrow might bring?
