Lu Dasong hurriedly said, "It's An Qing's wife. Didn't she get pregnant before? Early at dawn today, she went out and slipped, causing heavy bleeding. The nearby physician couldn't treat it. An Qing ran to my house and asked me to bring him to find Zhao Xi to save her."
"Heavy bleeding?" The old lady slapped her leg, "This could be life-threatening."
He turned his head to look at Zhao Xi, who had already dismounted, "Alright, I'll go immediately."
Lives are at stake, and as a doctor, Zhao Xi couldn't ignore the situation, even if he wasn't fond of An Qing's wife.
Lu Dasong quickly nodded, turned around to climb onto the mule carriage, but halfway through, he remembered and slapped his forehead, "Oh no, is An Qing still inside the carriage?"
As a result, when he lifted the curtain, he saw that Li Anqing had already passed out, with a large bump on his forehead.
