Hearing Gongsun Xing say this, Yue Mingxuan was momentarily taken aback, then quickly felt it made sense.
Ancient times might have been conservative on the surface, but when it came to matters of intimacy, they were far more sophisticated than the modern era.
"I feel like you only comes to me when there's something to be done," he said with a smile. "Earlier you forced me to help you copy books and now you've come back again, what is it this time?"
Hearing him say this, Yue Mingxuan felt a little embarrassed.
Gongsun Xing wasn't wrong at all, this visit really was about the matter of operating on Rong Qinglei.
"I came here to discuss with you about the heart surgery plan for Rong Qinglei… Given his current condition, can his body withstand such a procedure?"
Thinking over Rong Qinglei's illness, Gongsun Xing frowned slightly. "It can be done, but I'm worried that an ordinary person might not be able to endure that level of intensity."
