"Prefectural Governor, I'm afraid you've come at a bad time. This doctor has injured my son, and she must apologize for it."
Hu Chengxuan said coldly, clearly not intending to give Chu Yuntian any face.
"Is that so?" Chu Yuntian said dubiously, glancing at Hu Keqing, "Qingqing's complexion looks rosy to me, not like someone who's been hurt."
Hu Chengxuan scoffed, "Since when has the Prefectural Governor learned to do diagnosis by observation and questioning? If that's the case, you might as well treat your own mother instead of calling for any Divine Doctor."
Chu Yuntian's face twisted slightly with displeasure at these words.
"Chengxuan, your words are out of line. I might not know how, but aren't you in the same boat? If Qingqing is clearly fine, why make the child bear the name of being sick? It's unlucky!"
"You..." Hu Chengxuan glared at Chu Yuntian angrily and was about to speak when Hu Keqing suddenly stood up.
