A coarse-looking middle-aged woman walked over, sizing up Song Mingde and the others before asking, "Who's the doctor?"
"I am," Ye Xiu said.
"You?" The middle-aged woman was taken aback, then became angry. "The Mingde Ancient Medical Hall advertises free treatment, but you're just going to let some kid practice on us?"
That's what she said, but inwardly she was ecstatic. If a young doctor treated her, that 100,000 in compensation was as good as hers!
Meanwhile, the ancient doctors chuckled. Look at that. The treatment hasn't even started and he's already being questioned. The old Director is just messing around, letting a driver treat patients. This is going to cause an uproar, isn't it?
Song Yushu, Song Mingde, and Song Kaiwen remained expressionless. They were sensible people and refused to form an opinion—not even in their own minds—until they had witnessed Ye Xiu's medical skills for themselves.
