"My foot?" Yin Mulan was puzzled.
"Yes, I know some medicine, if Teacher Yin doesn't mind, can I take a look?"
Yin Mulan smiled gratefully, "There's no need, it's an old problem."
"Maybe I can cure it."
Xia Weibao's gaze was open and honest; she didn't like owing favors.
Since Mulan had helped her so much this time, curing her foot would be a way to repay the favor.
"Really, there's no need," Mulan declined with a smile.
In her eyes, Xia Weibao was just a girl in her early twenties. The fact that she could dance classical dance was already surprising, and as for medical skills, it was impossible.
Too young.
And for her foot, so many doctors had seen it and said it was irrecoverable.
Xia Weibao was somewhat speechless; why was everyone like this, shunning doctors.
"A person won't drown if they fall into the water, they die only when they give up struggling."
Having said this much, if she still couldn't understand, then there was nothing Weibao could do about it.
