After that night, Qi Yu spent a great deal of time pondering what kind of gift to present in order to nicely rile up that family.
However, these past few days she had been busy with the renovations of her own Medical Hall, so she could only set this matter aside, planning to think it over when she returned to her parents' home for the New Year.
Since the purpose of opening her Medical Hall was not to make money, her approach was very much like in her previous life, where she treated patients based on her mood.
When Song Ling heard her say this at first, he couldn't help but want to persuade her, knowing that a Medical Hall had great profit potential, especially since there were many wealthy people in the capital city, who, if she were to conduct proper business, could bring in a substantial income.
But Qi Yu just smiled and shook her head, "If I wanted to do proper business, I wouldn't open a Medical Hall."
