Liu Yue was prescribing medicine for a patient and came a little late.

A tall woman in red opened the curtain, and the sharpness in her eyes could not be concealed.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

Song Tingwan briefly explained the situation to her, but without noticing Liu Yue's wide-open eyes, he took her directly into the inner clinic.

Song Qingyu had calmed down and regained the dignified and graceful appearance she had when Song Tingwan first met her. When she saw Liu Yue, she just nodded politely.

Hongdou quickly brought the medicine box.

Song Tingwan closed the door, took out tweezers, a knife, a needle and other things, and disinfected them with alcohol one by one.

After thinking for a while, Song Tingwan said to Song Qingyu, "Madam, you'd better go out and wait. I'm afraid you can't bear the next treatment process."

Upon hearing this, Song Qingyu's eyelashes trembled twice.

His eyes were filled with doubt, worry and reluctance.

Finally, he swallowed all the questions in his mind, walked up to Song Tingwan, and said solemnly and reverently: "Goddess, my son, I leave it to you!"

"I don't expect anything else. I just hope he can stay alive and open his eyes to talk to me again."

"One day, our country's government will thank you generously with gifts!"

Song Tingwan patted her hands and said, "I'll try my best."

At this time, the only people awake in the clinic were Song Tingwan, Liu Yue and Hongdou.

Hongdou and Liuyue were very calm when they saw the injuries of the young master of the Duke's Mansion.

But when it was really about to begin, there was a noticeable change of expression on Liu Yue's usually cold face.

Excited, impatient, eager to try...

She skillfully put on the gloves and held the knife, looking so excited that Song Tingwan was stunned.

She didn't seem to be saving anyone, she seemed to be harming someone...