"Zhong Niangyao, don't try to beat around the bush here," Zhong Mengxuan was panicked, "You obviously have a way, when my mother was pregnant and fell, you were able to save her."
It was only Zhong Mengxuan who was anxious, the others weren't showing much reaction. Even Zhong Mingyu, upon seeing Zhong Niangyao's arrival, merely glanced up indifferently and said nothing.
"So what?" Zhong Niangyao remained unmoved, shrugged, and spoke carelessly, "I'm not a doctor, what's the use of me rushing over? Moreover, I think your memory might not be so good, you've forgotten what your mother did to me last night!"
"I—" Zhong Mengxuan fell silent, then still choked up and said, "Even if it's a huge matter, it should stand aside in the face of life and death! Zhong Niangyao, how can you hold such a grudge?"
