Feeling the ointment slowly warm up on her skin and Chun Mian's hands gradually increasing their pressure, Yue Family didn't feel any pain. Most of the time, she only felt a dull ache.
"Mingshuang, do you want to practice medicine in the future?" Yue Family originally hadn't wanted to ask. However, seeing Chun Mian carefully tending to the herbs in the backyard over the past few days and diligently preparing the ointment every day, Yue Family was worried that Chun Mian might have other ideas. If she didn't ask and Chun Mian didn't speak up, what if the girl kept it all bottled up and made herself miserable?
"I don't have that thought for now," Chun Mian replied truthfully, hiding nothing in response to Yue Family's doubts.
