Madam Mingxue asked curiously, "Are you so confident in your medical skills?"
Feng Qing sneered. "What a joke. If I can't even cure your little illness, then I'm not worthy of the title of Miracle Doctor."
Madam Mingxue glanced at Netherworld, who was standing at the door, and snorted. "You really have the heart to invite Netherworld to be your bodyguard. You're only so confident with him around." With that, she took a breath and continued, "Be it the Healer or Mr. Qingyi, do you think you can leave safely tonight with the protection of Netherworld? Aren't you looking down on our Duke's Manor a little?"
Feng Qing said calmly, "Then let's give it a try."
"Listen to my advice, serve the Duke's Manor. It's a pity that your abilities to treat and poison were not used properly. No matter what, it's better to serve the Duke's Manor than to serve that so-called organization, isn't it?" Madam Mingxue persuaded earnestly.
