"Madam, the Divine Doctor has arrived."
Mei Qingdai couldn't help but stand up, her tone urgent: "Quick, invite him in."
The next moment, a person dressed in a traditional gray Chinese robe walked in.
This individual was hard to distinguish as male or female, around thirty years old, with a thin build and carrying an unusually large medicine chest that stood out.
A light breeze drifted through, carrying with it a faint yet poignant herbal fragrance from the individual, inexplicably calming and refreshing.
"Divine Doctor, I've finally been able to await your arrival."
Mei Qingdai rushed forward two steps, intending to grab his hand, but he subtly stepped back, avoiding her outstretched fingers.
Realizing her impropriety, Mei Qingdai awkwardly chuckled and withdrew her hand.
"Divine Doctor, you must be exhausted after your long journey. Please sit down."
She turned to instruct the maid, "Bring out the tribute tea from my collection."
