Lin Qingluo took out paper and pen from the medicine box, wrote down the prescription swiftly, and handed it to the young girl.
"Thank you, Miss Lin."
The young girl took the prescription, as if it were a precious treasure, carefully folding it and putting it in her bosom.
"Yi'er, go fetch the consultation fee."
The woman was delighted in her heart. Seeing her son staring blankly at the prescription in his sister's hand, motionless, she nudged him with a smile and tease.
"Miss Lin, I'm afraid you've been amused by this child who is so happy he's almost foolish."
"Ahem."
The young man's ears turned red from his mother's teasing. He came to his senses and dashed into the house.
"Auntie has a good pair of filial children."
Lin Qingluo smiled like a grown-up and put the paper and pen back into the medicine box, preparing to leave.
"Miss Lin, please stay for lunch at our home."
