Sun Yian wanted to say something.
But looking at Xie Zhinuan's indifferent expression,
in the end, he said nothing and left the shop.
"..."
Xie Zhinuan pursed her lips.
Thinking about something, Chunyu and Lichun stood to one side, glanced at her but said nothing.
"Next!" Xie Zhinuan called out softly.
She did not take Sun Yian's illness to heart. After all, those who needed help were not her, but the arrogant and cruel dandies of Gaocheng County.
Perhaps not just these people, but many more.
Among them, there were innocent people as well as those who got what they deserved. There was no rush; one day, all this filth would be exposed, letting the world know.
When someone came in, they couldn't help but ask, "Miss Xie, will you stop taking pulses from tomorrow?"
"Yes, I won't be taking pulses anymore. I have many things to do!"
She needed to visit several manors as spring had arrived, and it was time to plant the crops.
