"Are you sure?!"
Mo Yuting paced back and forth in his room while biting his nails. The communication device on the table glowed with a soft light, and there came the anxious tone of his brother, Mo Yunan. "He's really alive?!"
"Yes, brother." He groaned in frustration. "How can it be? I clearly see him as fit as a paddle! Could it be that the poison is fake?"
Imagined how shock he was when he saw Mo Yujian emerged from the door. His face blanched with terror as if he had just seen a ghost.
"Nonsense!" Mo Yunan rebuked. "You said you saw him puked out black poisonous blood?"
Mo Yuting hit his palm and exclaimed. "That's right. I made sure that he was really poisoned this time. Then why?" He muttered. "Could it be that someone cured him? The Saint Physician?"