Chapter 59 Penicillin

Upon returning to the courtyard, Ran Yan saw Maid Xing kneeling on the porch cutting fabric, looking dejected, and occasionally sighing.

When Maid Xing saw Ran Yan had returned, she hurried over, took the mask from her, looked at Ran Yan's face, and said with sympathy, "Wife must be exhausted, right? In a few days, when we return to the main house, the number of people seeking your medical help will likely decrease a lot."

"Yes, Maid Xing, please prepare a bath for me. I want to bathe," Ran Yan said.

Maid Xing smiled and replied, "It has already been prepared; it's indeed time for you to bathe and rid yourself of the illness."

Ran Yan had only recovered her strength not long ago, and she was inherently frail. Having diagnosed two patients and dissected two corpses that day, she was indeed a bit overwhelmed.

Soaking in the warm water, Ran Yan felt somewhat drowsy.

"Wife, Maid Xing has ordered this slave to attend to you during your bath," a crisp voice sounded from outside.