Slap!
An unrestrained slap landed on Xia Yuan's forehead, causing tears to immediately flow from his eyes due to the pain.
"Mother!"
He called out to his mother in grievance, rubbing his red forehead, but upon seeing Ran Qing's sullen face, Xia Yuan immediately fell silent.
Ran Qing had a bit of a temper, often keeping a stern face, which was common and frequent. But true anger was rare, and now, she was genuinely angry.
"Sir, I hope you can give us an explanation."
Ran Qing bit her lip, and personally picked up her son, ready to leave for the room.
However, before her steps left the hall, she heard the unusually solemn voice of the old Taoist from behind: "I must go overseas to find the Drug Guide to cure the cold poison. I'm unsure when I will return. Should his cold poison recur during this period, I suspect that with your meager skill, you won't be able to resolve it."
