Hall of Salvation.
Lady Wang placed her sleeping son on the bed, then tiptoed into her husband's study. As expected, Wang Dahai sat motionless at his desk with his father's letters before him.
"Ah!" With a sigh, Lady Wang pushed open the door, took hold of Wang Dahai's somewhat cool hand, and whispered, "Linlin is a good child, my dear. Haven't you long suspected that the boy knows medical arts? Now that the truth is out, why..."
"Yes, I did suspect she knew medicine, but..." Wang Dahai's eyes flickered, his expression a mix of sorrow and excitement. "I never imagined her background would be so remarkable. And, Madam, haven't I told you? I always felt Linlin's approach to medicine and writing prescriptions was eerily familiar."
Lady Wang nodded and sat down next to Wang Dahai. "You've said that her prescriptions are bold, at times even reckless, reminiscent of a friend of your father's."
