Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

  Tan Bengbeng pointed at the things inside to explain to him.

  “The white capsules are the ones you gave us before. Qi Yan did an analysis of their components and replicated the exact same ones. But, the capsules contain the antidote and poison as well. If the elderly head continues to rely on this to maintain his life, he won’t last for much longer. That’s why Qi Yan has prepared another batch of antidote for him.”


  Tan Bengbeng instructed as she pointed at the row of antidote shots inside the box.

  “This antidote can cure poison from many kinds of plants. It’s like a multi-purpose antidote. You must inject the elderly head after he takes the medicine. That way, the effects will work the best.”


  While she was at this, Tan Bengbeng raised her head and darted a glance at Qi Yan.

  This antidote was concocted by him, and he would be most knowledgeable about it.

  It would be best for him to be the one explaining.

  However, Qi Yan was peeved about her attitude towards Mo Yongheng. When his eyes met hers, his devilish lips curled upwards slightly and he snorted coldly before remarking, “You’re only all smiles to me when you need me!”


  He expressed this in an extremely aggrieved manner.

  “…”


  Glancing at Mo Yongheng, Qi Yan casually picked up a fully sealed antidote shot and switched to an extremely serious mode when it concerned his area of specialty.

  “I have not personally seen the Mo Family’s elderly head’s condition, but I recognized the special poison herb contained inside the capsule you gave. There’s only a single kind of plant that produces that herb, so I probably know where Mo Kun derives this poison herb to control him. It’s a pity that I am unable to concoct medicine for the elderly head based on his condition now.”


  Qi Yan placed the antidote shot in his hand down and pouted his lips.

  “This is the only trade-off method I can think of. These antidote shots can stabilize his condition while removing a portion of poison in his body. It’s impossible to completely cure him, so we’ll try to save his life first!”


  Mo Chengxian had been poisoned after he suffered from a stroke and after having dragged for so many years, even the legendary physician Hua Tuo had not been able to help him recover immediately.

  “All the prescription and ingredients for the antidote are inside the box. Aren’t you a doctor too? Take a look for yourself.”


  With that, Qi Yan sat down beside Tan Bengbeng and looked at her with an arrogant look which seemed to be begging her for compliments.

  It was rare that Tan Bengbeng did not chide him, but reached out to touch the wound on his face.

  “Does it hurt?”


  “Tss—”


  Qi Yan drew a deep breath and when his eyes met her concerned gaze, he shook his head without hesitation.

  “What could this small injury count for? He’s injured worse than me!”


  “…”


  When a male animal meets an equally dauntless male animal, his competitive instincts are instantly triggered.

  Even an adorable little puppy turns into a wolf dog.

  One that would even bark at its enemy after the fight.

  At present, Qi Yan was such an animal in Tan Bengbeng’s eyes.

  Childish, determined to preserve his face at all costs, and somewhat… adorable.

  She did not expose that little motive of his either.

  Seeing how Mo Yongheng was looking at the prescription for the antidote, she turned to get the bodyguard to pass the first-aid box and prepared to help Qi Yan treat his wound.

  Qi Yan initially felt that it was too embarrassing to have his wound treated in front of his enemy.

  However, at the thought that the one helping him was Tan Bengbeng, which would at least make Mo Yongheng jealous even if he wasn’t angered to death, he readily agreed and turned to hurry the bodyguard to get the first-aid box.

  The bodyguard was faced with his glare when he was walking too slowly, and almost wished he could grow two more legs so that he could run faster.

  Eventually, before Mo Yongheng had left, the first-aid box was passed to Tan Bengbeng.

  Before Tan Bengbeng could say a word, Qi Yan had already swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and was lying on the sofa, beckoning her with a gesture.

  “Bengbeng, hurry and come~!”


  “…”