Nie Shan chuckled, no longer talking. Even he was wary of his senior brother Ye Chenghong's scheming nature; continuing to tease might very well mean he'd actually have to face the wall to reflect on his actions soon.
After the jesting, the atmosphere in the room relaxed considerably, and Ming Yuan's mood was no longer as heavy as before.
Ye Chenghong lowered his head and looked at the weakened Ming Yuan lying in bed, asking softly, "Ming Yuan, what exactly happened that day? Weren't you going to treat a patient? How did you get poisoned by Qing Frost?"
Ming Yuan took a weak breath, recalled the scene from that day, and his eyes became somewhat animated.
