Dong Dao had not expected to see Qi Shan at the Medical Office.
He asked, "Is Jun Qiao feeling unwell?"
Although Dong Dao had taken Qi Miao as his disciple, he had had little contact with Qi Shan over the past few years. For one thing, Qi Shan was busy; for another, Dong Dao was busy too. There were so many patients in the world that he could never see them all. Medical practitioners had to make house calls to cultivate, and it was already difficult enough for him to squeeze out time to teach his disciple. Where would he find the energy to maintain social relations with a student's parents? As a Literary Scholar, Qi Shan never fell ill all year round.
As far as the Medical Office was concerned, he was a truly rare visitor.
Qi Shan said, "It isn't because of Jun Qiao."
Dong Dao immediately perked up. Suppressing the urge to reach out and take Qi Shan's pulse, he asked, "Is Chancellor Qi feeling unwell?"
This was an extremely rare and precious case!
Qi Shan shook his head again. "Neither. It's her."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and pulled Su Shang and the kitten Su Shang had carried in out of his sleeve. The curve of Dong Dao's rising lips froze halfway. He looked at Su Shang, and Su Shang gazed back at him with limpid eyes. Man and cat stared at each other, while the other kitten, unaware of what was happening, stretched out a paw to investigate the tassels on the cord around Qi Shan's wrist. Dong Dao suddenly understood what Qi Shan meant and flushed with embarrassment.
He said, "Could Chancellor Qi have come here to make a fool of this old man?"
Qi Shan hurriedly explained, "Of course not, of