"Dr. Yang, please speak!"
Zhou Rong still maintained the due respect towards Yang Xiao, being a person of great principle.
"Very well, may I ask Butler Zhou, before the old master Xiao fell ill, did he suffer unbearable thirst, overall bodily dry-heat, redness in both eyes, and itching palms? After falling ill, did he first spit black blood, then fresh blood, and show signs of lethargy and weak breathing, with a dark complexion and purple limbs?"
When Yang Xiao asked Zhou Rong, the symptoms he described were definitely not made up.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Rong showed a surprised expression and looked at Yang Xiao with additional admiration in his eyes, and a touch of joy also surfaced in the depths of his gaze.
Because what Yang Xiao said completely matched the actual situation, some of the symptoms were even known only to him.
If all this couldn't prove what Yang Xiao said, then Zhou Rong would be deliberately picking a quarrel with Yang Xiao.
