Illness

The person who asked me to stop Bo Xiao's supplies was Lin Qingyuan. Lin Qingyuan even asked me to destroy the medicine transported from the north.

Now that Lin Qingyuan had gotten so many medicines to give to Bo Xiao, what trick did he have up his sleeve?

However, no matter how puzzled he was, he did not dare to say anything about Lin Qingyuan's decision. After all, he had Lin Qingyuan's help to be able to sit in this position.

Soon, the manager brought the medicine to where Bo Xiao and the rest were stationed.

The manager smiled and welcomed Bo Xiao. "I'm really sorry. You know that it's been chaotic recently. I've been so busy every day that I've really neglected you. My subordinates are also stupid. They didn't even remind me to prioritize your matters. I'm here to apologize."

Bo Xiao snorted coldly. "There's no need. You're so tired, there's no need to specially make a trip."