Chu Nanli had refined some mild tonic medicines, and when she was nearly done, she heard footsteps outside the door.
She thought it was Princess Consort Yang Shu who had come, but it turned out to be Bai Wuheng.
"What are you here for?" Chu Nanli asked warily.
"I heard you weren't feeling well, Yunting asked me to come check on you," Bai Wuheng replied.
Bai Wuheng opened the prison door, walked in, and frowned at seeing the simple and filthy surroundings.
With a look of disgust, he used a handkerchief to brush off some dust, then set his medical box on the ground and gestured for Chu Nanli to sit down for a pulse diagnosis.
Chu Nanli remained standing, not moving an inch.
Bai Wuheng frowned, "What's the matter?"
"No need," Chu Nanli said flatly.
She didn't want to have too much contact with Bai Wuheng; otherwise, her own pregnancy could easily be exposed.
After all, the other party was a physician.
Bai Wuheng did not expect her to be ungrateful.
