Time ticked by, second by second, and soon, the eight hours Su Wen had booked for the treatment course arrived.
"Madame, what should we do now?" Several employees of Xinmin had set alarms, and at this moment, they all rang simultaneously in the reception room.
Madame Yan looked at her husband in the sickroom, and now that Su Wen was not present, the only reliable ones were the two Chinese medicine experts Madame Yan had rehired.
"Masters, how should we handle the current situation?" Madame Yan asked as she got up from the sofa and approached them.
Master Hu stroked his beard habitually, "Ah, you all too, when Su Wen had agreed to help save the patient, why offend him? People with some skills have their pride these days, let alone a genius like Su Wen. If it were me, having mastered the Tianchi Twelve Needles in my twenties, I would have been even more aloof."
Master Hu was also a man of character. Normally, he had not hesitated to turn down invitations from the rich.
