The middle-aged man was very thin and dark, looking like a countryman rather than an official.
He sat there allowing Jiang Jing to take his pulse and diagnose, but his eyes were not idle, looking around as if he was very curious about this place.
"How many patients do you have here?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Why are you asking?" Zhang Zhaodi said beside him, "These are court secrets, don't inquire carelessly, or you might get yourself in trouble."
The gentle and refined man who spoke first said, "Please don't be offended, it's really because we've heard that the epidemic here is very serious. Our boss just happened to be passing through, and planned to rest here for the night before leaving; however, resting for just one night has instead stirred up unnecessary trouble. This epidemic is so frightening, our boss is worried that his illness might not recover quickly, which would affect the big business he plans to discuss next."
