Inside Revival Hall.
A tall woman with heavy makeup, who looked to be in her thirties or forties.
At the moment, she was caressing her bosom while uttering aiya, "Aiya, Doctor Zhang, my chest hurts."
"Look, what kind of medicine should I take to feel better?"
"Or do I need a massage or something?"
Zhang Xiaomeng had become famous in one battle, thoroughly outclassing Benevolent Hall across the street, and had thus become the sought-after Divine Doctor in these patients' eyes.
Wow, is this woman so open?
Thinking this, Zhang Xiaomeng felt two gazes piercing through him from behind.
One belonged to Jiang Qing, the other to Bai Yifei.
Jiang Qing bit her teeth hard. Now, Zhang Xiaomeng had become a hot commodity, drawing all sorts of bizarre women to him.
Bai Yifei, on the other hand, felt quite indignant. So what if he had won a competition?
If it were her in his place, she could do it too.
