"Doctor, my mother is a woman, and you are a man. I suppose it's not appropriate for you to take her handkerchief!" Zhao Xiran frowned and said with an ugly face.

How could a man examine a woman's handkerchief at will?

"Why do you need to do that?" Madam Jiang's face fell. She ignored Zhao Xiran's words and asked.

"Madam, there seems to be something on your handkerchief," the imperial physician said implicitly.

"What's on my ...