Chapter 1166: Divine Doctor

Bo Yanching: “Mm.”

Deng Chan: “Hello.”

Madam Deng has always been somewhat polite, but not overly so.

Bo Yichen dared not linger in their presence; the atmosphere was too intimidating.

Yet he couldn’t just leave, so he searched for a topic: “Grandpa woke up once this morning, he’s fine.

Once the doctor goes up to check, we’ll know the situation.”

“Woke up this morning?” Bo Yanching asked, his meaning unclear.

“Yes, at the time he was quite alert, but didn’t hold out for long before slipping back into a deep sleep.

Grandpa’s illness is truly strange; he doesn’t feel pain anywhere, yet when he’s sick, he can sleep for a day or two.

However, once he’s better, there’s no sign he was ever ill.

I heard Dad mention before, it seems there’s a really skilled Divine Doctor who can cure such peculiar diseases.”

Bo Yanching: “Who?”

“Xiao Nanshan!”

Bo Yanching’s expression remained unchanged, not a hint of surprise.

Suddenly, Bo Yichen was flushed with excitement, thinking he knew something that Bo Yanching didn’t.

His voice instinctively grew louder:

“Third brother doesn’t know who Xiao Nanshan is, right?

She’s the Medicine God’s disciple.

The Medicine God has been retired for ages, and it’s uncertain if they’re still alive.

Xiao Nanshan was still making headlines a few years ago.

Anyone she’s treated has had their disease cured.

If we could get her to treat Grandpa, it would definitely work.”

How could Bo Yanching not know, when she’s by his side every day.

But Nan Jiaojiao has never thought to do anything using Xiao Nanshan’s identity.

She was active for a while back then, but for her to get involved, she’d require two-thirds of the property as her fee.

She seemed to have been short on money at the time, taking on some big-ticket jobs.

And she used that money to aid a few impoverished people.

Indulged in the thrill of robbing the rich to help the poor.

Bo Yanching never asked her what she needed so much money for, just speculated.

Perhaps it was for E.Y’s funding, or maybe to support an organization she had joined.

It’s just that in recent years she hasn’t lacked money, her private stash wealthier than anyone else’s, naturally unwilling to make a comeback.

As for treating Bo Qingshan, it probably was because Bo Yanching had offered too much.

She didn’t demand half of his estate back then, a real leniency on her part.

“The pity is, she’s nowhere to be found, and even if found, her fee is exorbitant.

Grandpa certainly wouldn’t agree.

Third brother, you…”

“Hold on a second.”

Deng Chan had been half-listening, missing two out of every three sentences, indifferent.

But as soon as Bo Yichen’s suggestion targeted Bo Yanching, Deng Chan perked right up.

“What does that mean, the old man has his own illness, is too stingy to spend money on treatment, is he going to take from my son?”

Bo Yichen was startled by the abrupt question, blurting out without thinking: “Is there really a distinction between ours and yours?

Third brother’s relationship with Grandpa has never been good; if he shows some filial duty now, things will surely improve.”

“Then why don’t you spend money for his treatment?”

Deng Chan’s single question made Bo Yichen flush with embarrassment; he didn’t have nearly as much as Bo Yanching.

He was the least talented among his peers.

But he wasn’t required to put in effort; born with a silver spoon, the Bo Family’s wealth is limitless.

Why bother struggling to learn?

Better to play the prodigal son role, and with his dad giving him a sinecure at the company, just collect annual dividends, ask the family for more if needed.

Therefore, he’s always been afraid of Bo Yanching, wary of being compared, and uneasy speaking to him.

This time, he got carried away, eager to showcase himself, but ended up stuck unable to retreat.