"I don't know, she was chatting with Miss Sang when suddenly she started vomiting," the maid, out of breath from running, said after gasping for air.
Mrs. Chen had no choice but to say to Li Yuzhu, "Miss Li, please don't rush back yet; take a look at our lady first."
Li Yuzhu nodded, "Alright."
On the way back, her eyes deepened in thought, pondering over the matter of Mrs. Sang's vomiting.
Mu Yuanxiu whispered to her, "Yuzhu, I guess Mrs. Sang fell ill due to anger."
Li Yuzhu blinked at him, even Mu Yuanxiu, an outsider, could see it clearly.
"That's right, it is like that," Li Yuzhu nodded, "But Mrs. Sang refuses to admit it."
"Sometimes, when treating a patient, you shouldn't worry about face; speak up when necessary," Mu Yuanxiu looked at her and whispered again, "especially about matters of the heart."
Li Yuzhu looked at him, speak up when necessary?
"I'll give it a try," she nodded.
