The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me

Sang Yan detected the threat in his words, furrowed her brows, and muttered under her breath, "Despicable."

Wu Youzhi also felt the other party was despicable, but what could he, a mere doctor, do about it?

"Miss, take good care of yourself. If it’s fated, we will meet again."

Having lived half his life, he had some ability to judge people and knew that both individuals before him were not to be trifled with, so he thought to keep his distance.

Thus, he quickly packed his medical box and ran outside.

As he ran, he said, "Remove the silver needles after an hour."

Qi Wuya let him run.

After all, he would investigate him thoroughly sooner or later.

For the sake of his medical skill, and to keep him quiet, the man must be within his control.

The room fell silent.