Nangong Xu was very accommodating at that moment.
"Sure, you can go back." He agreed readily.
Dr. Zhao was pleased, "Thank you, sir."
It had been raining lightly for a few days in London, with occasional chilly winds.
Ruan Tianling had been overworked for two months straight, and with the sudden change in weather, he caught a cold and fell ill.
Jian Yufei ordered him to rest for two days without doing anything.
Whenever Ruan Tianling gets sick, his temper tends to worsen, but he's much better now and has learned to control his temper.
Yet, he was still quite grumpy.
Jian Yufei walked into the room with a bowl of brewed Chinese medicine, smiling as she called him, "Get up and drink your medicine."
Due to his severe physical depletion lately, he had been drinking Chinese medicine for a while, to the point where he felt like throwing up just from the smell.
