Ge Xiue's face was flushed and her heart was racing.
She had an indescribable feeling.
It was as if she was extremely shy, yet very excited.
"Pah."
She lightly slapped her own cheek and muttered to herself.
"Shame on you, shameless hussy, you're an old widow; how could you have such thoughts about Little Shan, whom you've watched grow up since childhood?"
Soon, Ge Xiue had dressed herself and opened the door of the health room.
"Sister Xiue, how are you feeling now?"
Seeing Ge Xiue come out, Zhang Xiaoshan stepped forward, concerned.
But Ge Xiue felt so guilty and shy that she couldn't bear to meet Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes and just lowered her head to speak.
"I'm much better now, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore, I, I'm going home first."
She rushed past Zhang Xiaoshan in a fluster and hurriedly ran off.
"Hey, Sister Xiue, you still need a few more treatments, and there's the Blood Circulation Soup, I'll prepare the herbs and bring them to your house."
