Qin Shanshui stood there awkwardly, looking at Yang Qi. "It was just a joke, Mr. Yang," he said. "I greatly admire your outstanding medical skills!"
"A joke? If I had lost the bet, it wouldn't have been a joke, would it?" Yang Qi scoffed. "Miss Lin and City Lord Zhao were both witnesses. Are you trying to go back on your word?"
Qin Shanshui clenched his teeth. "How about this? I'll give you a medicinal herb that's over ten years old. Can we just forget about the kneeling?"
"No!" Yang Qi stated indifferently.
"Hmph! You just got lucky, like a blind cat catching a dead mouse, and managed to save Miss Zhao. Don't push your luck," Wang Nanshan, Qin Shanshui's disciple, suddenly shouted. "My master is the president of the National Medicine Association in Kang City and one of the vice presidents of the Jingnan Prefecture National Medicine Association. Offending him will do you no good."
