Her voice was as gentle and clear as ever, though slightly louder than usual as she tried to drown out the somewhat noisy groans and chatter in the hall:
"Please accept the physicians' treatment properly if you're injured. Don't do things that hurt yourselves, I'm begging you... Everyone's health and safety are what matter most."
Her gaze swept across the room full of injured people, her eyes brimming with concern and a faint plea.
The moment they saw Feng Jin appear, the injured in the front hall perked up at once. Even their groans became more synchronized and considerably louder, as though they were showing off their accomplishments.
Countless expectant, eager, even slightly infatuated gazes converged on her like spotlights.
"Lady Feng Jin! Do you think I fell hard enough this time? My arm might really be broken!" someone said, waving his arm in a sling.
"Lady Feng Jin, I think my leg has gone numb. I really need your care! Could you take a look?" someone asked, trying to stretch out a leg held in a splint.
"Lady Feng Jin, I'm terribly dizzy. Could it be a concussion..." someone said, holding his forehead while secretly glancing at Feng Jin.
Seeing that they were not listening to her at all and were instead showing off their injuries with even more enthusiasm while making requests, Feng Jin felt utterly helpless. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the strap of the cloth pouch at her waist.
This was not the first time she had faced such a scene.
Dim Light Courtyard treated patients according to its longstanding tradition: no consultation fees were required, and most medicinal ingredients were sourced locally or grown and refined by the courtyard itself.
As a result, many people had nothing to fear.
So what if they hurt themselves?