Yan Nujiao apparently barely knew the girl in blue. Besides, she was worried about her brother's injuries, so she followed Mister Meng over. At last, Hu Xiaotian had found someone cast adrift much like himself. He smiled at the girl in blue, making a friendly overture.
The girl in blue seemed not to notice Hu Xiaotian's friendly gaze at all. Her attention was also on Yan Boguang, who lay on the rattan bed.
Hu Xiaotian had run into two rebuffs in a row. Thick-skinned as he was, even his face began to feel warm. He had pressed a warm face against a cold backside-awkward hardly began to describe it. Apparently, the so-called famous physicians of this era were just like those of his former world: the greater their medical skill, the greater their airs. But this girl in blue surely wasn't a famous physician. At her age, she could at most be a disciple or grand-disciple of old Meng. Why was she so arrogant too?
Mister Meng examined Yan Boguang's wound, his expression growing extremely grave. After studying it for a while, he turned and beckoned to the girl in blue. She set down her herb basket and went over.
Mister Meng asked, "Yutong, what do you think?"
The girl in blue carefully examined the sutured incision, her delicate brows drawing together. "Someone opened his abdomen earlier?" she asked softly.
Yan Nujiao nodded, then turned her lovely eyes on Hu Xiaotian, clearly telling everyone that he was the one who had cut her brother's belly open.
Mister Meng and the girl in blue turned around together. This was the first time either had acknowledged Hu Xiaotian's presence since entering the room.
Hu Xiaotian smiled. His operation had probably shocked these two fellow members of the medical profession as well. In