As she spoke, Zhao Chuchu stepped into the inn where Deng Dalin and his son were staying.
The inn's owner received Zhao Chuchu very politely. "Doctor, you're here. Have you had breakfast? I'll get someone to prepare some for you if you haven't."
"No need. I came here to reapply medication for my patient." Zhao Chuchu rejected him.
"Doctor, I'm sure you have time for some food, right? How about I get you something to eat first?"
"Mister, if you want something from me, you should just tell me."
This wasn't the first time that Zhao Chuchu had come to this inn. The owner definitely wanted something from her, given his obsequious behavior.
The owner of the inn felt a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said, "You saw through my intentions, haha. I've been married to my wife for many years, but we haven't had any children. But the other doctors all said that there's nothing wrong with either of us, so I thought maybe you can help us solve this problem."
