The man waved his hand, his smile a little peculiar.
"Your father and I are hardly old friends, but I am in your debt for this, and I won't forget it."
Having said that, he seemed to have no intention of discussing it further. His gaze shifted to the items Ye Chutang had laid out one by one on the table.
One didn't need to ask to know the various bottles and jars were filled with medicine; a faint, bitter medicinal smell wafted from them.
The gauze was also quite common.
'But… what is that specially shaped blade for?'
"I didn't realize you were a doctor." The man thought for a moment, then teased, "Then again, it makes sense. If you're skilled with poisons, you must be even more skilled with medicines."
He had been locked away on death row, and this was only the second time he had seen Ye Chutang. Naturally, he didn't know her identity, let alone that she was now a medical saint renowned throughout the Capital City.
Ye Chutang didn't elaborate, merely giving a slight nod.
