Qiu Shiyong stared at Zhang Xiaoying intently, his sharp gaze landing on her with a weight that was almost tangible, filled with oppressiveness.
Zhang Xiaoying met his gaze calmly, not showing the slightest intent of backing down.
After a long pause, Qiu Shiyong suddenly smiled, "Indeed, as parents, all we seek is the safety and joy of our children. Regarding the plague, I still have to thank Doctor Zhang. Rest assured, Doctor Zhang, I will request a commendation for you from the Imperial Court. However, about the prescription for the plague..."
"If it is convenient for the Minister, this humble woman can write down the prescription now." A hint was all it took for a clever person, and the topic of Yu Yang was thus turned.
Qiu Shiyong wanted the prescription for the plague, and Zhang Xiaoying gave it to him.
After all, every doctor here had a copy of those prescriptions; they were hardly secret formulas that needed to be hidden.
