The Hall of Salvation was already bustling at this time, the small room packed with impoverished families seeking medical help. A young man clad in blue cloth sat at the desk, eyes closed, performing a pulse diagnosis on a young woman.
A man in similarly tattered clothes stood beside the woman, his anxious demeanor suggesting he was her husband.
Although the patient was already a married woman, Wang Dahai still meticulously placed a cloth under her wrist as a mark of respect.
Xiao Linshuang glanced around and noticed another young woman sitting opposite Wang Dahai behind the desk. She was weighing herbs for an elderly person.
Her appearance was plain, but her smiling eyes were particularly endearing and gave off a very warm feeling.
Before setting off, Du Ruo had mentioned that Wang Dahai was married, so this woman must be his wife.
