Ah Xiang didn't say anything further, but she quietly remembered this kindness in her heart.
She wasn't fond of speaking, nor was she good at expressing herself; she felt that some things are better done than said.
"Master!"
Song Ting finished grinding the ink and then handed the brush to Mu Jian.
Mu Jian took it and began writing on the spread-out paper.
After writing for two full pages, Mu Jian finally put down the brush.
"These medicines, two doses daily, should cure the illness within a month."
Mu Jian waited until the ink had mostly dried before handing the two sheets of paper to Ah Xiang.
"Thank you, elderly sir!"
Ah Xiang clasped her hands in gratitude before reaching out to accept them.
Mu Jian stroked his beard and smiled, "As a friend of Miss Shen, you are like family. No need to be formal."
Friend?
Ah Xiang glanced at Shen Qinglan, a bit surprised.
People of their status would refer to someone like her as a friend?
