Chapter 55: Pamper Her More

“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.”

Bo Yanching stood erect, his face colder than the wall.

“Can the little disciple’s medical skills surpass her master’s?”

This sarcastic remark, Pei Dongshi was glad Nan Jiaojiao didn’t hear.

Xiao Nanshan’s medical skills not only surpassed his but had already surpassed those of her master, the Medicine God.

If she was willing to make a move, the Bo Family was truly fortunate.

If the person making the sarcastic comments wasn’t Third Master Bo, whom the whole Rongcheng City feared, and it hadn’t been for those three hundred million, Pei Dongshi could have decided to stop the treatment right after that comment.

“I raised her from a young age; I believe in her.”

Pei Dongshi’s smile was undiminished.

To avoid trouble later, he added, “Every word she says is true.

Mr.

Bo, you’d better believe it, cooperate with the treatment, and moreover, pamper her a bit more.

My little disciple does not have the best temper.”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow slightly, pulling out a cigarette to light it.

After the consultation, it was time for lunch.

The butler had prepared the meal, and Bo Qingshan insisted on keeping Nan Jiaojiao to eat.

She refused, but as she was going downstairs, Bo Yanching blocked her at the stairway.

Bo Qingshan let go of her hand and rushed over, “Third Uncle, the beautiful sister doesn’t want to stay for lunch.

Can you bear to let her go hungry?”

Bo Yanching glanced at Nan Jiaojiao, “Your master is gone.

I’ll take you back after we eat.”

Nan Jiaojiao received a message from Pei Dongshi; he had left her here and gone away.

“Come and sit.”

Before she could refuse, Bo Yanching was already heading to the dining room with Bo Qingshan.

Nan Jiaojiao, proud as ever, headed straight for the door.

The servant, sharp-eyed or perhaps following orders, closed the door in front of her, and the butler cheerfully led her to the dining table.

Bo Yanching ignored her temper tantrum, picked up the chopsticks, and placed them on her bowl, “Miss Nan, order whatever you like from the kitchen.

You will be staying for meals here often.”

Nan Jiaojiao frowned, “I’ll write you a prescription later, and I’ll also clearly explain the acupressure points for acupuncture.

I won’t be coming here again after today.”

Bo Yanching unfazed, “Miss Nan’s acupuncture technique is unmatched, and Xu Shu is not of this specialty.”

“Right, right, right, Uncle Xu is not as skilled as the beautiful sister.

How about you come every week to treat me?” Bo Qingshan initially wasn’t seated there, but he had taken the spot beside her after she sat down.

It seemed she couldn’t refuse.

For the sake of those three hundred million.

Nan Jiaojiao took a deep breath, too proud to agree directly, and instead turned to Bo Qingshan, “What did you just call me?”

“Beautiful sister.” Bo Qingshan dared not call her ‘Fairy’ or ‘Goddess’ anymore.

Nan Jiaojiao: “Say it again.”

“Beautiful sister, beautiful sister!”

“Hmm.” Nan Jiaojiao picked up her chopsticks, her eyes downcast, “I’ll come here every Saturday from now on.”