The window is open, and the wind pours in—
The morning air is a bit chilly, and Ya Shitian is still unconscious; this draft will worsen his condition.
"Why didn't you close the window?" she asked plainly.
A maid replied, "We wanted to air out the smell of the medicine in the room."
Ye Anqi raised an eyebrow, "Is it very unpleasant?"
The maid nodded with a smile, "Yes, a bit of fresh air is good."
"You're here to care for the patient; you should put the patient first. Don't you know this can worsen his condition?" Ye Anqi said coldly as she walked over to close the window.
Turning back, she saw the maid looking guilty, and Ye Anqi softened her tone.
"Remember, always put the patient first; taking good care of the patient is your duty."
"Yes, Miss Ye," the two maids nodded emphatically.
Ye Anqi walked over and extended her hand, "Give it to me, and everyone leave."
Having said so much, her tongue hurt a lot, and she didn't want to speak anymore.
