Bei Lingsu reminisced about the conversation she overheard this morning inadvertently, "It should be alright by now, after all, this was also a kind of life-and-death parting."
Upon hearing this, Yang Wenxiao's furrowed brow did not relax, "Is there any hope for saving Sanlang's health?"
"Without performing open surgery, I can't know the specific condition inside his stomach, the pulse seems fine, as for how well he recovers, we'll have to see in future, I can't make a decision right now."
After hearing this, Yang Wenxiao changed the subject and asked, "Thank you for what you did yesterday."
"It's nothing, a healer harbors a parent's heart." Bei Lingsu smiled.
"Then I will have to trouble you to make a trip to the Bai Residence," said Yang Wenxiao, unable to suppress a sigh.
Yesterday, Bai Zhi daringly drugged Yang Ye, and the old Duke Bai's illness worsened in his fury. According to the Imperial Doctor, he wouldn't make it past this year.
