"I thought you'd be happy to see me work to death." Yang Ruxin looked at Li Mingyin and couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"Although I really don't wish for your death, at the very least, I am a person from Daxuan, and my father is a general of Daxuan." Li Mingyin felt that every time she faced this village girl, she had the sensation of being infuriated to death, "How could I just watch these women suffer and die? After all... I am also a woman."
"You've actually just improved my opinion of you," said Yang Ruxin without even looking up, her hands continuously inserting silver needles into the unconscious patient.
"I am someone who clearly distinguishes between public and private matters." Li Mingyin was also dressing a wound, but still turned her head to glance at Yang Ruxin, "This is about national and familial hatred. If you were in this situation, I would save you all the same..."
