Wu Muzhen's face was filled with a smile, but she remained silent.
Lv Tang raised his head and glanced at Fang Hongyu.
Mourning attire?
For Wu Muzhen!
Fang Hongyu certainly had some ideas!
Although Wu Muzhen was a skilled physician and was very close to Fang Youling, whom also trusted her greatly, did her mother really need to ingratiate herself to that extent?
After a moment, Wu Muzhen continued, "You called me over in the middle of the night, is your uncle feeling unwell?"
Fang Hongyu nodded, "He's been complaining of a headache since last night."
A headache?
Wu Muzhen frowned slightly, "Is it a cold?"
By November, the Capital City was already covered in white snow.
The temperature had even dropped to below ten degrees below zero.
"I'm not entirely certain. After all, my uncle is of advanced age, and even slight ailments like headaches and fevers cannot be overlooked. That's why I had to trouble you to come over in the middle of the night."
