"What is it?" Su Qing asked.
Mr. Gong frowned slightly, looking troubled.
Su Qing held Mr. Gong in high regard. It was his medicines that had provided the cover she needed to openly explain away the healing of her facial scars. For that alone, Su Qing was immensely grateful to him.
"Mr. Gong, please, just tell me what's on your mind," Su Qing said again. "If there's anything I can do, I'll do it without a second thought."
Mr. Gong sighed and said, "Su, I do have a favor to ask, but I feel it's a bit of an imposition."
"Let's hear it first."
"It's like this," Mr. Gong began. "As you know, I've been treating young Zhi Han's injuries lately."
