Yan Bingyang smiled, put away his handkerchief, and replied to Feng Xiyan's question, "Great General, you don't need to worry. Without your permission, Ji Hui won't die even if he wants to."
Nodding, Feng Xiyan refilled his cup. "Good."
Looking at his calm expression, Yan Bingyang continued, "However, the poison in his wounds hasn't been fully cleared."
He paused for a moment, then asked, "Great General, would you like me to remove the poison?"
Feng Xiyan took a sip of water and calmly replied, "Not yet."
Getting curious, Yan Bingyang pressed further, "What are you waiting for, Great General?"
"The fish hasn't taken the bait," Feng Xiyan said as he set his cup back on the table.
"This subordinate is not smart enough for this kind of planning." Yan Bingyang shook his head and stood up. "This subordinate still has many patients to tend to, so this subordinate will take my leave first."
