"Doctor Jiang, we're here to ask for medicine."
Meng Ran quickly exclaimed.
Jiang Xiaoxiao's attitude was apparent; she had no regard for them.
Without speaking up, Meng Ran feared they'd lose their chance.
Jiang Xiaoxiao turned around, "My medicine isn't for sharing! Those who are destined will receive it, those who aren't will ask in vain. Go back, your illness! I can't treat it."
Song Moting protected his wife, going upstairs, and gave the aunt a signal.
"Please!"
This is a long-time aunt who understands the Song family's intentions the most, and seeing these two people, she knew they were not welcome guests.
"Doctor Jiang, it's said that a doctor's heart is like a parent's, where is your medical ethics?"
Meng Ran wished he could cover his wife's mouth.
Are they not deep enough in offense?
Jiang Xiaoxiao turned around, looking down from the stairs at Wu Pingxuan with a calm smile.
