"Divine Doctor Young Master, please trouble yourself to speak to the County Magistrate for us, and vindicate our master! Save the Medical Hall from this dire situation."
Li Wenli propped her chin, looking at him: "We have no relations with you, and saving your junior brother was already more than enough. Why should we go and anger the County Magistrate unnecessarily?"
"Because..." Senior Brother Hu was stunned, momentarily at a loss for a reason.
That witch doctor was clearly up to no good.
These two were merely passing by, so why should they go to such lengths to help them?
It was already great that they could save the junior brother, and who knew how much the Hundred-Poison Pill and the Thousand-Year-Old Ginseng were worth? How could they afford the hefty medical fees?
Senior Brother Hu sobered up at this thought.
Just then, the condition of the boy, which had been getting better, suddenly took a turn as he convulsed briefly, followed by violent coughing.
