Before they knew it, the time to settle the bet with Mao Xingcai and the others had come, and Bai Ruozhu swaggered into the Imperial Medical Hospital, deliberately glancing at the hourglass on the side and loudly exclaimed, "Oh dear, three days have passed, and I wonder if the various noble ladies' illnesses have been cured yet?"
Fuming, Mao Xingcai's beard bristled as he glared at Bai Ruozhu and said, "Stop speaking in riddles. We fell for your cunning schemes, woman. It's our own oversight."
"Mao Yanshi, it's not that you were careless, rather you should say that your medical skills are lacking, which would be more appropriate at this moment. You're too arrogant," Bai Ruozhu replied with a grin, her gaze fixed on him. "How could Mao Yanshi have forgotten our wager?"
With both shame and annoyance reddening his face, Mao Xingcai retorted, "I am not one to renege on a promise, but you must tell me how to cure the poison. Otherwise, how could I admit defeat wholeheartedly?"
