"It's just an allergic reaction to the medication. If we change one of the medicines, there will be no rejection anymore. It's not serious, don't worry." An Ning spoke gently, reassuring the patient.
The patient was young, appearing to be around fifteen, sixteen, or seventeen years old. She was a girl, and due to being sick for a long time, her complexion was pale, her face withered, and her body was emaciated—she wasn't particularly good-looking.
"Thank you, doctor, thank you. If it weren't for you, we all would've died here." The girl expressed her gratitude emotionally, clutching An Ning's hand and refusing to let go.
An Ning didn't push her away and continued to soothe her, "I am merely doing my duty. Besides, the one who saved you all is Doctor Feng outside; I'm just assisting her in diagnosing your conditions."
