"Miss Jiang! We were very sorry to have invited you here today," Madam Hou apologized.

Regardless of her medical skills, it was rather disrespectful to just call someone over like that.

"It's alright, saving lives is the priority. Please tell me about the young master's condition, Madam Hou," Jiang Chuwei said.

"The young master is injured in the thigh!" The Lady of the Marquis did not hide anything: "If Miss Jiang feels it is inappropriate..."

"It's alright, doctors don't have so many taboos."

During the disaster relief efforts in Nanzhou, she treated all the wounded patients who were not even wearing clothes.

In the eyes of doctors, there are only human lives, not genders.

Lady Hou was surprised, and her respect for Jiang Chuwei grew even more.

"The imperial physician said that his bones are broken, and my son will never be able to stand up again in his life," the Lady Hou said, her voice choked with emotion.

The son, who was once a bright and promising young man, has been unable to recover since being sentenced.

For a mother, it would be the death of her.

Jiang Chuwei said, "Let's go take a look first!"

Lady Hou quickly stood up: "Please come with me."

When someone came in, Prince Yan didn't even raise his eyes.

"Anger, Mother has invited a doctor to examine your injury." The Lady Hou's voice was gentle, and one could see the care she took for her son.

Yan Yu'an looked over, his gaze landing on Jiang Chuwei, before turning his face away indifferently.

Jiang Chuwei was unsurprised; he had given up on his illness, and even a young and beautiful doctor couldn't stir any emotion in him.

Jiang Chuwei didn't say a word, but directly placed her hand on the prince's hand.

Yan Yu'an was surprised. He glanced coldly at Jiang Chuwei and quickly withdrew his hand.

Jiang Chuwei wasn't annoyed; she had enough time to take his pulse.