"Hmm?"
On the second floor, Lin Caisang had just stepped into her room when she heard the familiar voice from behind.
Earlier, when that girl struck up a conversation with her, Lin Caisang had already found it a bit odd.
And now, she was coming directly to find her?
"What do you need?"
"Well... Madam, are you an alchemist?" Dong'er hesitated for a moment before asking.
"Yes, what do you need?" Lin Caisang nodded and asked again.
"Here's the thing: my mistress is pregnant, but she's not comfortable seeking out a regular alchemist for an examination, so she sent me to find a trustworthy one to diagnose her pulse.
Would Madam be willing to do so?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Caisang blinked and almost burst into laughter.
Hadn't she just met this girl? And now this girl thought she was a reliable person?
"Miss, we've just met, haven't we? Could you tell me, exactly how do you define 'trustworthy'?"
She asked.
"Uh."
Dong'er was at a loss for words in front of Lin Caisang.
