"Thank you, dear Percy," Yun Xiangxiang didn't decline. Western protocol differed from China's. Being too courteous would be impolite instead, "Percy, this tree is…"
Yun Xiangxiang introduced yew to Percy in detail. Europe had them too, but their yew wasn't as valuable. Nor could they bear fruits like these. Yun Xiangxiang was worried that Percy might not know about it since he was a jewelry fanatic.
Sure enough, Percy gasped in astonishment, "Oh, Yun, thank you so much."
"Percy, my boyfriend's a doctor. Can you let him have a look at you?" Yun Xiangxiang didn't beat about the bush. Westerners were different from them; they didn't think that cancer was a wound that couldn't be talked about. There was never any gloom and doom coming from Percy.
"Is he a mysterious doctor that practices Chinese medicine?" Percy's blue eyes looked at Song Mian excitedly.
