"You're absolutely right. That man harbors malicious intent. Even if I'm intrigued by his remedies, I would never use them," Yang Wenxiao wholeheartedly agreed with Qiao Xiaomai's words.
The southern region harbors far too many unknown herbal medicines—even Bei Lingsu wouldn't dare vouch for them. How could he trust Bei Yun's prescriptions? That man is insidiously cunning; who knows if he's hidden traps in some crucial step.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh. Over the past year, Bei Yun had treated numerous patients. Could those people have already fallen victim to his schemes?
"Call Bei Lingsu over," he said immediately.
This matter needed clarification. Bei Yun's patients were either nobles or wealthy people. If they had been poisoned, the upper echelons of Daqi would be utterly doomed.
