Bo Yanching wanted to ask what the matter was.
But when it came to Nan Jiaojiao, he had no aversion at all.
So he promptly replied, "Okay."
Jiang Yu had specially built a mortise and tenon structured house in the back courtyard. It was a two-story building, with medicinal herbs planted in the front and back yards, many of which were rare and hard to find on the market and were casually planted on both sides of the arched bridge. The house was surrounded by an inner stream, which originated right at this spot.
The operating room was also located here.
It had been many years since it was used; last night he had ordered the servants to restart it, and they had cleaned it inside and out.
Jiang Yu, uncharacteristically setting down his smoking pipe, donned his gloves, and said in a deep voice, "Old Lady, don't be nervous, it's only been a few years since I've taken the lead in surgery, but my hands are still steady."
"..." Old Lady Bo's heart was in turmoil!