"Dr. Qi, do you really intend to leave just like that?"
Qi Yue remained on her horse, silently staring down Zhang Fang.
"What? You hurried to catch up with me. Is it the Prefectural Magistrate who wants to arrest me?"
"No," Zhang Fang said with furrowed brows and an angry expression, clearly quite upset.
"So? Is it you who wants to stop me?"
"Yes. Dr. Qi, please take a look at this first."
As he spoke, Zhang Fang casually threw something over, which Qi Yue caught.
Round, white, and smooth as jade.
Wasn't this the unidentified object she had picked up in that fog?
She suddenly remembered the night she said she would make the medicine, she had just placed it on the table and later forgot about it because it was not the medicine she used.
But how did it end up in Zhang Fang's hands?
"Dr. Qi, please explain why the medicine you provided for my young master didn't work at all."
Qi Yue raised an eyebrow.
"Because it was indeed ineffective. Why, is there a problem?"
