When Lin Qing arrived at Wangzhou Tower with the maid Asang, she saw the entire courtyard bustling with activity. Some were cutting and sewing at the table, while others were fumigating with vinegar and wine, making the courtyard smell strange, both sour and pungent.
What puzzled her the most was the clothing being cut from oil paper?
"Madam."
Song Ci turned his head and saw Lin Qing, then said, "You've come." After a pause, he added, "Nanny Gong says Zhou'er might develop rashes. A Qing, did you have rashes when you were a child? If not, perhaps it's best not to go in."
"Madam, a doctor's heart is like a parent's. How could I retreat just because I've never had rashes? Saving lives and healing wounds is the basic medical ethics of a doctor." Lin Qing shook her head with a smile. "Besides, whether or not there are rashes requires a diagnosis to know."
