As the largest medical hall in Yujing, Medicine Emperor Pavilion operated round the clock, with a side door open even at night, where a Bell Doctor or higher-ranked physician would offer consultation every evening.
Yet, tonight's consult was held by Yao Rong.
"It's you," Yao Rong didn't even lift her head, still busying herself with organizing today's prescriptions.
"It was you who did it," Doctor Fan's gaze was a chilling sheet of ice.
It wasn't until today, until he saw Xiao Yun covered in mangled flesh and the villagers in their devastating grief, that he truly realized how far he had distanced himself from Medicine Emperor Pavilion.
