Gu Jiao heaved a sigh, "What on earth do you want?"
The scholar boy giggled, "You finally remembered me, didn't you?"
Gu Jiao responded flatly, "Our Medical Hall hasn't opened yet. If you're ill, you'd better go somewhere else."
"Oh, so this is a Medical Hall, huh? Are you working here on a permanent basis?" The scholar boy probed, clearly assuming from Gu Jiao's attire that she couldn't afford to open a clinic herself, and was likely employed by someone else.
Gu Jiao responded casually with a hum, and continued sweeping the floor.
The scholar boy exclaimed excitedly, "So, we'll be seeing each other frequently!"
Gu Jiao looked at him oddly, "You're seriously ill?"
The scholar boy, like a bobblehead, shook his head. For sure, she had a good temperament. Anyone else would have been nettled by being questioned this way, but she didn't get irritated at all.
She inquired, "Do you know what the several mansions beside your place have been bought for?"