"Mr. Bo, may I have a word?"
Pei Dongshi took Bo Yanching outside; he spoke without any technical jargon, clear and concise.
Bo Yanching disliked his frivolity and said coldly, "Qingshan's cold poison was from the womb."
Pei Dongshi nodded, not in agreement, but as a gentle reminder, "Then, does the young master's mother still have the cold poison in her body?"
"No."
"Cold poison is not a difficult disease to treat, yet Third Master Bo has been seeking medical advice far and wide for years. The young master's body harbors more than one type of poison."
Bo Yanching's expression grew colder, and he pursed his lips without responding.
With nothing more to say, Pei Dongshi didn't add anything further and headed back to the bedroom.
Behind him came a voice as cold as if it were from hell: "Is Nan Jiaojiao really your disciple?"
Pei Dongshi half-turned, his eyes and brows carrying a gentle smile, "Yes."