Hearing this, a hint of shock flashed through Old Lady Zhen's eyes.
Beside her, Zhen Yiping, who was holding a covered bowl and drinking tea slowly, also raised his eyes to look at Sang Qianqian, his sharp and deep gaze scrutinizing her up and down.
If she didn't have a certain understanding of Miao Leshan's character, the old lady might really have suspected that Miao Leshan was coveting the high consultation fees that the Zhen family had paid, or that he had other motives.
After all, even if the Zhen family couldn't cure the poison, they would still give generous gifts to the doctors who visited them.
"Leshan, do you know that the person who was poisoned is extremely important to our Zhen family? There can't be any jokes or mistakes when it comes to curing the poison."
Old Lady Zhen's face darkened, clearly displeased. "Although the Zhen family is in a hurry to find a doctor, not just anyone can enter the house."
