On this day, Qiao An was gathering medicinal herbs when Xie Cunhua suddenly came to her. She blushed and expressed her gratitude to Qiao An. "Qiao An, my brother has recovered. My brother said that he's very grateful for your suggestion of using traditional Chinese medicine to reduce his fever. You're a blessing to my brother, and even to all patients. My brother asked me to thank you personally."
Qiao An stood up and Xie Cunhua saw that Qiao An's face was covered in mud, but Qiao An had collected a lot of herbs. Xie Cunhua secretly deliberated. Although Qiao An was from a big city, she was actually not pretentious at all. Xing Xiaoya's hostility towards her was completely a prejudice.
Qiao An grinned. "That's great. Xie Cunhua, since Chinese medicine is so useful, let's collect more."
Xie Cunhua nodded. "Yes."
Xie Cunhua squatted down beside her and chatted with her.
