Xia Weibao felt that she had never faced such pressure while treating a patient before.
Yan Yuexian's adoring gaze was just too intense.
It made her very uncomfortable.
Previously, she preferred to be silent when treating patients, as it was more beneficial for analyzing their conditions. But this time, there were two overly bright bulbs continuously staring at her.
After examining Yan Yuexian, Xia Weibao expressionlessly took out paper and pen.
Yan Yuexian was a bit nervous, "Divine doctor, how is my illness? Can it be cured?"
Xia Weibao kept her head down and began writing a prescription.
"It can be cured. It's not a serious illness, it's just that your health isn't good and needs some adjustment. Additionally, I don't currently have some of the herbs needed; I'll have to wait awhile to go up the mountain to gather them... What's wrong?"
Xia Weibao was speaking when she suddenly noticed something off about Yan Yuexian.
