松鼠症仓库

The Liang family had come to celebrate the opening of Liu Shimei’s medical hall, and while everyone had turned up, not everyone could afford to spend the whole day there. Those with jobs went off to work, and the younger ones headed to school, leaving behind about seven or eight people.

Yu Wanqing had been placed in the medical ward, where the Liang family members, including the ladies-in-waiting, kept a close eye on her. Each gaze was like a hungry tiger, intensifying the discomfort in her chest.

By the time Liu Shimei arrived, the internal medicine doctor had already examined Yu Wanqing and prescribed medication, which she had taken.

After all, she was a princess and a young lady, and the doctors were all men. It was not appropriate for them to undress her to examine the injury, so they had to wait for Liu Shimei to do it personally.

Upon seeing Liu Shimei, Yu Wanqing could not help but curse, “Liu Shimei, you wicked…”

But before she could finish, ten pairs of eyes, including those of Huangfu Linyao and Liu Shimei, were suddenly fixed on her. She swallowed the last word forcefully.

She felt embarrassed but dared not lose her temper, so she could only be angry with herself.

But as her anger flared, the pain in her chest from the internal injury intensified.

The others greeted Liu Shimei, and she nodded in response. “Thank you for your hard work. To minimize the risk of infection, please leave for now and refrain from approaching me.”

However, they remained at the door.

Liu Shimei showed no hurry to treat Yu Wanqing’s injuries. Instead, she sat down on a chair beside the bed, her tone icy. “Let’s be clear about something, our enmity is our enmity. Whether you receive treatment or not in my Fusheng Pavilion, and whether I treat you or not, that’s up to me.”

Her voice was frigid, and as she looked at Yu Wanqing, it was as though she was examining a piece of fish on a chopping board.

Isn’t it true?

Yu Wanqing was already a patient with recurring internal injuries, lying there not only without any vigor but also appearing particularly frail!

She could only muster a feeble protest, “Let me go, I don’t want you to examine me!”

Liu Shimei, however, remained unperturbed. She nodded and said, “Alright, but my people have already attended to you, and you’ve taken the medicine. You’ll need to pay for the medical fees. Furthermore, if you require us to escort you back to the Yu Residence, you’ll need to cover the travel expenses.”

With that, she accepted the list handed to her by Mo’er and began, “The fees for internal medicine are here, and I’ll give you a 50 percent discount for the opening day. Then we have pharmaceutical costs and caregiver fees…”

Seeing this, members of the Liang family could not help but chuckle. So, their usually gentle and lovely girl could be so tenacious?

Huangfu Lingyao stood at the door, her eyes gleaming as she watched Liu Shimei.

She thought to herself, “I knew it, how could my wife show mercy to someone like Yu Wanqing?”

Initially, Yu Wanqing thought that Liu Shimei had come to treat her injuries, which is why she had spoken that way. But when she saw Liu Shimei calculating how much money she was owed, Yu Wanqing nearly spat out another mouthful of blood!

“How can there be such a hateful woman in this world!”

Hearing this, Liu Shimei raised an eyebrow and said, “In total, it’s two taels and three qian of silver, not much at all. If you need travel expenses, just add another two qian. Now…”

She paused, her gaze gradually turning cold and ruthless. “Princess Ping’an, when I was opening my Fusheng Pavilion, you publicly insulted me and obstructed me from saving a life. This behavior nearly delayed my medical treatment and caused severe mental distress!”

Yu Wanqing was taken aback. “How did I cause you mental distress? Aren’t you perfectly fine? You’re the one lying on the sickbed!”

“Mental distress isn’t something you can see with the naked eye,” Liu Shimei calmly explained. “The last time you caused me mental distress hasn’t even been resolved, and here you are today! I’m a legitimate daughter of a noble house, so I won’t overcharge you for this mental anguish. Let’s say… 300 taels of silver!”

Yu Wanqing’s breath hitched. “What… did… you…. just say?”