Seeing that Song Lianhe was not only a skilled physician but was also offering her services for free, everyone else quickly surged forward.
"Doctor, please take a look at me too!"
"Doctor, I've had a headache for several days..."
"Doctor..."
Yin Huan and Manager Meng scrambled to maintain order.
Dusk fell, and the free clinic came to a close.
Song Lianhe rubbed her sore shoulders and returned to the courtyard where she was staying. E Jintang was sitting there, eating a flatbread.
War was imminent in Sishui City, so the residents had already started hoarding grain. The restaurants and taverns outside had all closed their doors. E Jintang had a massive appetite—a single meal for him was enough to finish off three days of Boss Meng's food reserves. A servant in the kitchen was toiling away making flatbreads, but it was barely enough to fill his stomach. Because he had been sent by Prince Ling, Boss Meng could only suffer in silence.
