She trembled slightly, clutching non-existent prayer beads in her hand, unable to speak for a long time.

Jiang Gan turned his gaze to her, raised an eyebrow, and smiled faintly, yet it carried a chilling intent: "Shuzhou, make your move. Don't let these irrelevant people disturb Grandmother's peace."

"Yes, Master." The burly Shuzhou held a curved sword in both hands, exuding an imposing aura, and strode towards the group of servants with rock-solid steps.

Upon seeing this, the servants were terrified and hurriedly scrambled to their feet, stumbling and fleeing towards the gate of the mansion.

Jiang Luoluo calmly waved the indenture in her hand, her tone indifferent yet unquestionable: "The indenture has been returned to you. Go to Dingdang to settle this month's wages, pack your bags, and you can leave."

From this day forward, you shall have no further connection with the General Weiyuan's Mansion.

Upon hearing this, the servants all knelt down and kowtowed, repeatedly shouting, "Young Miss is merciful!"

He then hurriedly packed his luggage, collected his monthly wages, and slipped out of the General's Mansion as if his feet were greased, never daring to look back.

Seeing that Su Cuirong was powerless to help, the physician standing nearby felt a sense of despair.

He knelt on the ground, kowtowing and weeping, his face streaked with tears. "Young Miss, please spare me! The old lady forbade me from treating you. I'm just a servant following orders; I had no choice!"

Jiang Luoluo glanced at him, her eyes calm and her tone indifferent, "Your monthly wages will still be paid, and your indenture will be returned. You will leave with me. From now on, I hope you will uphold the medical profession and become a good doctor."

Upon hearing this, the physician felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He hurriedly kowtowed to express his gratitude, then staggered off to collect his monthly allowance and left.

Jiang Gan watched the physician leave, then turned his gaze back to Su Cuirong. The smile on his face vanished, replaced by a cold and stern expression as he approached her step by step.

Her voice was like frost and snow in the dead of winter, "Grandmother, is this how you bully my sister when I'm not in the manor?"