Such was the physician at Rongfu Hall; many people were aware that Xie Zhinuan must possess superb medical skills and they all wanted her to prescribe medicine. However, facing the issue of life and death without concern, and having to make a handprint, many were still intimidated and dared not act rashly, fearing Xie Zhinuan's medical skills weren't refined enough.
Life is precious, after all, and it's safer to spend a tael of silver.
Those who were ill, though wary, still came back and forth, continuously spending silver.
Nevertheless, Xie Zhinuan privately drafted prescriptions, which she kept for herself.
The morning of the sixth day.
Ming Xi brought people with him.
When Xie Zhinuan saw them, she thought that clothes make the man just as a saddle makes the horse. Dressed this way, there was a certain respectability about them that made others view them more favorably.
Especially Ming Xi, who looked somewhat like a supervisor.