"How much silver will it cost? At least dozens of taels, and it won't even last a few times."
As they were about to reach the resting room, Li Mingde mustered the courage to speak to Lu Chuan, "Steward Lu, if the material costs too much..."
"Don't worry, Master Li. As long as you're not deliberately wasting it, there's no problem. Just do as you please."
"...Alright." Li Mingde couldn't say much more.
Since the hosts themselves weren't afraid of wastage, and though such hosts were rare, the world is full of surprises. He voiced all his concerns, and since they didn't mind, he might as well just work diligently.
Ye Muyu went to the medical clinic quite early.
And happened to see Lu Sangqi.
This time, however, Lu Sangqi wasn't reading books in the backyard but was diagnosing patients at the front shop.
The patient he was attending to was a rather cold and proud woman, dressed in a simple white dress, with a rather serious wound on her face.
