Zi Shou chose to watch from the sidelines first. The eldest son was confronting Qiongxiao, with nine burly men beside him backing him up.
The sight alone was more than many of the female physicians could stomach. Ten men surrounding one seemingly fragile woman-what was this supposed to be?
They were all noblewomen, daughters of ministers from distinguished families. When had they ever seen anything like this?
Their status could keep the upper classes from making trouble for them, but scum who were obviously picking a fight on purpose could not care less whose daughter they were.
Zi Shou listened for a while. The eldest son spoke clearly and coherently. His point was that they had to cure his mother and younger brother. If they could not, it was their fault, and they had to die. His father had stabbed someone on his instructions, too.
A life for a life. Even if that stab repaid one life, there was still another life left unpaid.
It could more or less be summed up as: you people at the Medical Academy brag about how amazing you are, but you cannot bring back the dead, will not compensate us with a fortune, and refuse to die yourselves. You are putting me in a very difficult position!
Was that not sheer thuggery?
What kind of accomplishment was grabbing a female physician and pestering her with unreasonable demands?
Zi Shou understood now. This man had never intended to listen to reason. He was simply taking advantage of the female physicians' soft hearts and Qian Bao's desire to keep the peace, and even hoping to make some money out of it.
Qiongxiao was a bit of a fool, too. Normally, she charged through everything like a whirlwind, but faced with trouble now, she had become timid