Ji Qingwu planned to first ask the old man about the patient's condition so she could take over directly.
"How is my eldest sister?"
The old doctor didn't speak, his head lowered as he stared at the patterns on the armrest.
Ji Qingwu walked up to him, her shadow falling over the lamplight. "How is the Heir's wife?" she asked again.
Only then did the old doctor raise his head. His eyebrows were completely white, and he replied in a voice at least five times louder than hers.
"Huh? What did you say?"
The old man had to be at least ninety, if not ninety-five. He was so deaf he couldn't even hear what people were saying. She had no idea where the Cui Family had dug up such an antique.
'So this is the 'experienced' doctor the Cui Family mentioned.'
Ji Qingwu was certain now. The Cui Family was intentionally making things difficult for Ji Qingrong, even hoping she would die.
