Cripple Feng's injuries had worsened so much that the physician from Rong'en Hall was no longer coming.
When Su Xiaoxiao pushed the door open and entered, a stench assaulted her nose. If it wasn't winter, it would have attracted mosquitoes and flies.
Zheng Lanxiu had gone through a huge struggle to invite Su Xiaoxiao over.
She glanced at Su Xiaoxiao, but there was no change in her expression.
"Can't… can't you smell it?" she asked.
"I can smell it." Su Xiaoxiao carried the basket into the house.
Zheng Lanxiu was even more surprised. She didn't know how many people had been driven away by the stench of Cripple Feng. The physicians of Rong'en Hall all looked disgusted. They frowned and covered their noses with handkerchiefs.
Su Xiaoxiao placed the basket on the table.
Zheng Lanxiu opened her mouth. "Are you sure you can cure him?"
