No one knew who blurted out a phrase, but Jing Zhimei, sitting in her seat with her delicate features slightly sinking, maintained an elegant smile on her face as everyone looked over.
The pained man's wife ran to Jing Zhimei, clutching her hand forcefully, "Miss Jing, please save my husband. You are highly skilled in medicine, you can definitely save him."
Coldness flickered in the depths of Jing Zhimei's eyes; the woman kept holding her hand, causing her considerable pain, but she couldn't scold her because in the eyes of others, Jing Zhimei was known to have a very good temperament, an elegant and noble daughter of high society.
Lin Tianya looked at the woman and said softly, "Zhiyue will definitely save your husband, let go of her first."
The woman thanked Jing Zhimei gratefully, "Thank you, Miss Jing. We will definitely come to thank you once you've healed my husband."
