Compared to Zhang Xiaoying, there is too much lacking.

Zhang Xiaoying had hardly laid down for long when someone came looking for her in great haste and anxiety.

"Doctor Zhang, save me!"

The person hadn't even entered the Xu Family courtyard when they began to call out in desperation from outside the gate.

Zhang Xiaoying's eyes snapped open.

There was more than one person coming, and one of them was groaning with pain, "ow, ow!"

She quickly got up, dressed, and went outside.

Mrs. Liang just happened to be opening the door for them.

The young man surrounded by the group was clutching his abdomen, sweating profusely, his expression one of extreme pain, his face devoid of any color. He could not stand on his own and needed to be supported.

"Where is Doctor Zhang? We beg Doctor Zhang to save our young master!" The leader of the group, a servant in his fifties, pleaded with Mrs. Liang in desperation, "Our young master is in unbearable pain. As long as Doctor Zhang has a way, we will be sure to reward her handsomely."