The speaker was Ye Yulan.
Her lips were pursed, and she spoke with an expression of profound sorrow. "In these seven days, who knows how many more people will die."
"Prime Minister Yu is your husband. Ultimately, your loyalties lie with him..."
Her words all but said that Shen Qing was just stalling for time.
Shen Qing, already irritable from feeling unwell, couldn't help but sneer.
Ye Yulan immediately shrank back, her expression panicked. "I... I didn't say that because I don't trust you, my lady. I just feel so sorry for the sick people..."
'Sorry my ass!'
Shen Qing nearly cursed aloud.
However, her words were clearly effective.
The patients, who had calmed down somewhat, immediately grew agitated again. Several people moved to form a tight, protective circle around Ye Yulan, glaring at Shen Qing as if she were their mortal enemy.
Shen Qing took a quiet breath and said coldly, "I have said it before. I, Shen Qing, never go back on my word."
