The clinic was in a prime location, with a constant stream of pedestrians outside.
Ji Qingwu had just stepped out when she was nearly run into. Fortunately, she dodged in time, taking two steps back.
"Miss, are you alright? I couldn't see where I was going."
The young servant, who had thick brows and large eyes, was holding a massive food box. It completely blocked his view, which was why he hadn't seen her.
Ji Qingwu's gaze, however, was drawn to the man standing behind the young servant.
'Wasn't this the Imperial Merchant from Xijin that Duan Mingfeng had just mentioned?'
The young servant asked with concern, "Are you hurt anywhere, miss? Do you need me to find a clinic for you?"
Ji Qingwu shook her head. "I'm fine. You didn't hurt me."
At that moment, the man with the gray-blue eyes spoke. "You came out of the clinic. You must work here."
