The nurse had barely finished speaking when she saw the dumbfounded expressions on Zhan Nanqing and Lou Xinrou.
She snorted softly, turned, and left, feeling a great sense of relief.
A full minute passed before Zhan Nanqing and Lou Xinrou somewhat recovered, staring at each other with wide eyes, unable to utter a word.
Lu Zijiao rushed over as soon as he received the news about Zhan Yuanshan.
"Young Master Zhan, how is your grandfather doing?"
Zhan Qipei looked emotionlessly at Lu Zijiao, "Qiao Jing cured him."
"Oh, that's good to hear." Lu Zijiao let out a sigh of relief, then suddenly his eyes widened as he stared at Zhan Qipei. "What did you say? Who cured your grandfather's illness?"
Zhan Qipei's eyes narrowed, the darkness in them unclear as he stared at Lu Zijiao, his cool, thin lips curved into a faintly indifferent arc.
"Why are you looking at me like that? It's giving me the creeps." Lu Zijiao hugged his arms and rubbed them.
