The scolded Li Qiaoniang quickly went to pour water, her hands shaking nonstop, nearly spilling it.
Murong Xueyu noticed this and disdainfully glared at her.
"Go, go, go, you think you're fit to pour tea for the Divine Doctor? You can't do anything right."
With that, she poured a cup of tea herself, holding it proudly as she brought it over.
"Divine Doctor Qi, my daughter-in-law comes from a poor background and isn't fit for high society, but thanks to your compassionate healer's heart, you were willing to make a house call to treat Kuangkuang."
Qi Yue's heart was already disgusted, but she didn't let it show on her face.
She stretched out a finger and slowly pushed the cup of tea back toward Murong Xueyu.
"Madam Shen, I also come from a humble background, so I really dare not drink your tea."
Murong Xueyu's face turned red and then green with embarrassment.
"How so? Isn't Divine Doctor Qi the daughter of the Great General? Who could compete with that background?"
