"Doctor Liu, how is my daughter doing? Is she alright?" As soon as Doctor Liu came out carrying his medicine box, Ye Wangshi immediately approached and asked, her concern tinged with a certain complexity.
"She's fine, just a bit startled."
"That's good to hear." She let out a sigh of relief, her eyes conveying an indescribable sense of reassurance or perhaps something else, then turned to the servants and ordered, "You all see Doctor Liu out."
Doctor Liu had more to say, but it got stuck at his lips. In his heart, he felt sorry for Ye Qiu; it's one thing for her to have been born weak, but another for her closest kin to dare not get close to her. Although he couldn't be sure how much longer Ye Qiu could live, that still wasn't a reason for her parents to avoid her. Couldn't they offer some consolation to their ailing daughter at the end? What use was furnishing the house so lavishly if a few pots of flowers and plants would be more beneficial to Ye Qiu's health?
