Chapter 202: Third Master Bo Looks Down On You

Teacher Pan was in her thirties, with a pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on her nose.

The look in her eyes from behind the lenses carried an inherent pickiness.

She gave Nan Jiaojiao a once-over from head to toe.

Her lips curled into a disdainful sneer.

“You’re the doctor Bo Qingshan mentioned?”

Nan Jiaojiao stepped in emotionlessly, “Yes.”

Teacher Pan tossed aside her book, “Get to it then.

I’ll be watching over here.

You do your thing and don’t make any noise that will disturb us.”

“Teacher Pan, how can you speak like that?

Sister Jiaojiao is an honored guest in our house!”

Bo Qingshan stood up in indignation but was pressed back down by Nan Jiaojiao’s hand, as she gently reminded him, “Sit properly.”

Bo Qingshan’s anger was soothed in an instant, and he couldn’t be bothered to pick a fight with Teacher Pan.

He took off his socks willingly and, as Nan Jiaojiao sat down, he placed his feet on a small stool beside him.

Nan Jiaojiao unfolded her acupuncture set and took out a silver needle to begin treatment.

Feeling snubbed, Teacher Pan couldn’t help making a spiteful remark, “Is Chinese medicine really that miraculous?”

No one paid her any attention.

“You don’t look very old.

You probably don’t have much experience, right?

Don’t mess this up,” Teacher Pan scrutinized Nan Jiaojiao and huffed, “At least your face is quite pretty.”

That was a direct and blatant sarcasm.

Unable to contain his anger any longer, Bo Qingshan’s fierce expression just began to form when he suddenly let out a low cry of “ah”, his body going limp, and his voice faint like a ghost’s.

He looked plaintively as if wishing to cry, “Sister Jiaojiao, why do you always stop me?”

Nan Jiaojiao cast a sideways glance at him, “If Xiao Ba pecks at you, would you bite back?”

“Of course not, I would disdain to have a mouthful of feathers!”

“That’s right.”

There was no need to stoop to the level of a beast.

Teacher Pan did not understand and wanted to join the conversation but had to maintain her image as a teacher, “Who is Xiao Ba?

What are you talking about?”

“Xiao Ba?” Bo Qingshan rolled his eyes, “A little cutie.”

Now when he looked at Teacher Pan, his face was still as rigid as a lesson plan, but he found her less annoying.

“Do you really think a few random needle pricks will do the trick?”

Nan Jiaojiao straightened up and said, “Faith brings efficacy.”

She glanced at the test paper Bo Qingshan had under his elbow, her expression extremely faint, “I’ll go wash my hands.”

There was a washroom in the room, and Nan Jiaojiao went straight in.

Teacher Pan followed her there.

Standing at the doorway with arms crossed, she gazed at Nan Jiaojiao in the mirror, enviously observing her beautiful face.

“I heard that you stay here for lunch every time you come, and after eating, Third Master Bo personally sees you out?”

Nan Jiaojiao squeezed some hand soap, “Yes.”

“The consultation fee is one hundred thousand each time?

What makes you think you can earn that much?

Both of us were hired by the Bo Family, but unlike you, I don’t brown-nose the masters.

I think you’re quite scheming for your age.

It’s one thing for the masters to be polite to you, but don’t overstep your bounds.”

Nan Jiaojiao flicked her hands dry and pulled off a paper towel to wipe them, then she turned and walked up to Teacher Pan.

A smile played on her lips, but her voice was cold, “How old are you?”

Teacher Pan dared not meet her gaze directly, feeling a chill down her neck, “What, I’m older than you, I’m teaching you a life lesson.”

“Addicted to playing teacher, are you?”

Nan Jiaojiao threw away the paper towel, “Third Master Bo is not easy to seduce.

You’re older and not good-looking; he won’t spare a glance at you.”

“What nonsense are you talking about!”

Teacher Pan, struck where it hurts, flushed with anger, “He doesn’t fancy me; does he fancy you then!”