"Prefectural Governor, I'm afraid you've come at an inconvenient time," Hu Chengxuan spoke coldly without giving Chu Yuntian any face. "This doctor has injured my son and she must apologize."
"Is that so?" Chu Yuntian, skeptical, looked towards Hu Keqing. "Qingqing looks rosy and healthy, not like he's injured."
Hu Chengxuan gave a cold laugh. "Since when did the Prefectural Governor learn to diagnose by inspection? If that's the case, why don't you just treat your own mother and not bother calling a Divine Doctor?"
Chu Yuntian felt his face pricked by these words, displaying a hint of displeasure.
"Chengxuan, you are wrong," he said. "I can't, and neither can you, can you? Qingqing is clearly fine. Why insist on using the pretense of illness? It's bad luck!"
"You..." Hu Chengxuan glared at Chu Yuntian and was about to speak when Hu Keqing suddenly stood up.
"Father, since Uncle Chu wants to take Yueyue, let her go. Besides, my legs are better now."
