chapter 19 Who do you want to lick clean?

While several people were negotiating, an elegantly dressed woman walked through the wards with a bag in her arms and said in disgust: "Are these wards for people to live in? You don't even have a high-end ward in this shabby place."

"I'm sorry, madam, the young master does have a fever, and we don't have time to go elsewhere."

Behind him, a nanny carrying a big bag held a chubby child of three or four years old and said respectfully.

"Madam, your son just has a...