Jia Si's face was pale, trembling where he stood, feeling the anger emanating from Song Xian.
Chang An also wore a stern expression. The master had returned from Zhaozhou, uncertain in his heart about his feelings for Miss Xie. Upon arriving in the city, he saw Miss Xie tending to patients in the courtyard while the people from the Imperial Hospital stayed far away, fearing the spread of the epidemic.
How could the master hold back?
Song Xian glared at Jia Si, "I finally understand why every epidemic leaves the Imperial Hospital helpless. Is this how you treat plague?"
Cold sweat trickled down Jia Si's forehead.
Song Xian said, "Do you know why the court set up the Official Medicine Bureau? It's to ensure that sick commoners receive timely treatment, not to provide you with a cozy sinecure."
