Aunt Qian shook her head.
"Does Young Madam still want another bowl of red bean soup?" Aunt Qian didn't know where to begin.
Online opinions were overwhelmingly one-sided, with patients treated by Qiao Xi speaking up for her. Yet experts in Traditional Chinese Medicine looked down on laymen, and a few technical terms would render ordinary netizens speechless.
Now, aside from forums dedicated to Traditional Chinese Medicine, other news was being suppressed, with hardly any search terms available.
But the influential families were all waiting to see the results, and the unruly children of privilege were betting on this matter, just like the last time Huo Xingzhou and Xiang Huai had a horse race.
Aunt Qian thought to herself to just wait another couple of days, and this would all blow over.
