Sealed, with two small openings on the surface just enough for a hand to reach inside.

Right in front of them, the servant who brought over the box shook it to ensure the sticks inside weren’t pre-arranged.

Then, both of them simultaneously reached inside.

The box was quite large; as soon as they reached in, their hands were suspended in mid-air.

But Xia Yongxuan reached directly to the bottom, pulled out a stick and withdrew her hand.

Xia Weibao glanced at her, continued to reach down, and when her fingertips touched the bottom, she felt around to find a bamboo stick before pulling her hand out.

She drew an A, while Xia Yongxuan drew a B.

Each led their respective patient away and returned to their villas.

Given this was the final round of the competition, the requirements were naturally very strict. To prevent cheating, everyone was assigned their own villa.

There was 24-hour surveillance in the villa, and someone was there to record the treatment process.

Until the competition ended, Xia Weibao, Xia Yongxuan, and the two patients weren’t allowed to step out of the villa.

If there was any need for medication, someone would be responsible for it.

Xia Weibao brought her chosen patient back to the villa, letting her sit on the sofa.

Then she went to pour a glass of water and sat down as well.

Facing each other, Xia Weibao carefully observed the patient sitting opposite her.

She was a woman around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, slim and petite, with a very delicate appearance.

Her skin was somewhat dark, and her hands were full of calluses—likely indicating poor living conditions.

Her face was extremely pale, looking incredibly weak.

"What is your name?" Xia Weibao asked.

"My name is Jiang Li." The woman raised her head to glance at Xia Weibao, a hint of amazement flashed in her eyes, then she lowered her head again.

"Why, afraid to look at me?" Xia Weibao chuckled.

Jiang Li lifted her head shyly and smiled, "Doctor, what’s your name?"

"Xia Weibao."

Jiang Li’s mouth opened slightly, "Celebrity Xia Weibao! Oh my, it’s really you."

Xia Weibao, although Chinese, was so famous that even in Xia Country, many knew her and many liked her.

Jiang Li wasn’t a fan, as she couldn’t afford to buy fan merchandise, hence couldn’t afford to chase stars.

Before she fell ill, being able to eat was already good enough; she had no time to be a fan.

After falling ill, besides despair, there was only despair, let alone chasing stars.

But her former colleagues, many liked Xia Weibao, so she knew a bit about her.

Thus, Jiang Li excitedly said, "Miss Xia, I’m your fan, you... you’re even more beautiful than on TV."

And with such great temperament!

Xia Weibao chuckled lightly, "Is that so? You’re quite cute too."

The word ’cute’ has a broad meaning; if you can’t praise a woman for being beautiful, you use ’cute’, universally applicable.

Jiang Li shyly smiled, quickly lowered her head, pretending to be embarrassed being seen by her idol.

In her heart, though, she worried that by chatting with Xia Weibao like this, Xia Weibao might not notice her illness.

After all, she hadn’t had HIV for long, and was very careful not to get infected, so she hadn’t developed any complications.

Outwardly, she just looked a bit weak, without any visible symptoms.

"Your condition during this period will be handled by me. Please cooperate, Miss Jiang." Xia Weibao said.

Jiang Li felt a bit guilty, she glanced up at Xia Weibao then quickly lowered her head again, "Alright, Miss Xia, just call me Xiao Li. That’s what everyone calls me."

"Okay." Xia Weibao replied with a gentle smile, appearing very good-natured.