"Fallen ill?" Bai Wuheng looked at the woman who kept silent, his mind inevitably recalling the screams he had heard when Ye Yunting sent people to induce the abortion. He ultimately felt a surge of compassion.
After all, he was the one who prescribed the medicine. Although he disliked this woman who had harmed Yingying, he had ultimately harmed an innocent child.
Chu Nanli looked up and saw Bai Wuheng approaching, clearly observing his features.
Dressed in a white robe, with a jade crown holding back his hair, he had a handsome face. His expression toward her combined the pride of a noble family's son with a touch of complexity.
Truly, a noble and unreachable divine doctor.
Unfortunately, his heart was black.
Chu Nanli did not stand up, her tone indifferent, "What brings Divine Doctor Bai to this humble abode of mine?"
Her expression was unchanged, but her heart skipped a beat.
