That scent made him even more certain that this clinic was closely connected to Yue Mingxuan.
Xiao Mei who was in charge of receiving guests politely stepped forward and stopped Rong Qinglei when he was about to walk further inside. "Young master, if you are here to see a doctor, please line up."
Rong Qinglei smiled lightly. "I am not here to see a doctor. I am here to find someone."
Xiao Mei glanced inside with some hesitation.
The man before her looked slightly weak, as if he were ill, yet his entire presence carried the air of someone long accustomed to power.
She could not quite decide how to handle this, so she said, "Please wait a moment. I will go ask."
Rong Qinglei smiled at her again.
Because he had been ill for a long time, he naturally felt goodwill toward anyone who carried the scent of medicinal herbs.
It was probably human instinct to subconsciously seek things that were beneficial to oneself.
Xiao Mei was momentarily dazzled by his smile.
