The old man glanced around, "Let's talk inside."
The three of them entered the Divine Doctor Medical Hall, and for those she did not favor, Her Majesty the Empress even skipped the courtesy of offering tea.
The old man looked at the empty table, wanting to ask for a cup of tea. It was late at night, and there wasn't even a drop of water, he was so thirsty he could die.
But he was too embarrassed to say it.
If people knew that he, the patriarch of the Ancient Medical Family, had to ask for a drink of water, where would he put his face?
So, he pressed his hands on the dragon head of his cane, looked around, and mumbled vaguely, "After all, I'm your grandfather; the proper etiquette should still be observed."
"What did you say? Speak up, I can't hear you," Xia Weibao said.
"Nothing much, your medical hall is quite elegant, isn't there a tea room?"
"No, you just mentioned them, who exactly poisoned my family?"
Standing behind, Steward Kang couldn't help but chuckle.
