Song Qi felt the same way as Song Zhi. She trusted the medication from the Apothecaries’ Association wholeheartedly.
The hospital president looked even more serious now. “You are not alone. I trust the association’s medication as well. I’m just telling you what the medical report says.”
The hospital president paused before he continued. “Drug reaction is likely to happen regardless of Western or Chinese medicine. I am sorry to say Old Master Song happens to be allergic to the association’s medication.”
The hospital president was very tactful. He had worded himself so that he did not offend the Song family or the Apothecaries’ Association. He simply focused on Old Master Song’s bad drug reaction.
“How could this happen? Mr. Fu already assured us the medicine has no side effects.” Song Zhi raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.
If even the association’s medication had such major side effects, what about other common medications?
The hospital president could tell Song Zhi only trusted the Apothecaries’ Association, so he did not continue harping on the subject and simply handed Song Zhi the test results.
Song Zhi lowered his eyes to look at it. Before he was able to take the medical report, one of his cousins walked over and snatched it. Song Zhi frowned angrily.
“Humph. Song Zhi, I have reason to wonder if your so-called friend from the Apothecaries Association is legitimate,” said his cousin as he laughed.
“That’s true. Everyone says their medicine can bring the dead back to life. Why did yours end up killing someone?”
“You had better explain what happened to everyone. Otherwise, everyone is just going to think that you killed Old Master Song.”
When Song Zhi befriended someone from the Apothecaries’ Association, he kept showing it off. Now, Old Master Song ended up with a bad drug reaction, so his cousins could not resist mocking him.
Song Zhi looked livid when he heard his cousins ridiculing him. Even though Song Zhi knew his cousins were just pouncing on the opportunity to deride him, the hospital president just confirmed that Old Master Song had medical allergies, so he could not retort.
However, his cousins did not linger on to talk and left before long. After all, they were still in the hospital.
Song Zhi took the medical report from his cousin. After they had left, he went out into the emergency exit and smoked incessantly. There were already several cigarette butts by his feet.
When Song Qi walked out, she coughed from the thick cigarette fumes. She fanned the air before she looked at Song Zhi and said, “Let’s call Mr. Fu.”
Song Zhi stepped on the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and put it out. He frowned sadly. “I want to call him too. If I do, it will jeopardize our relationship with him.”
By questioning the medication, he would be doubting Fu Cheng. The moment he made the call, it would destroy his friendship with Fu Cheng. This connection did not come easy after all.
Song Zhi had been smoking here, thinking about this.
“I trust the medication as well, but other than Mr. Fu, no one else can help us. Maybe there is some other way he could help with Dad’s condition.”
Song Qi sighed. “Whatever it is, we can’t stand by doing nothing, right? Let’s not forget we haven’t settled his will yet.”
A serious look emerged on Song Zhi’s face. He went quiet for a moment before he finally made up his mind. “Fine. I will call Mr. Fu now.”
“Just do it. Mr. Fu is not a petty man,” comforted Song Qi.
“Uh huh,” acknowledged Song Zhi before taking out his phone to dial Mr. Fu’s number.
He showed his master Old Master Song’s medical records and explained the patient’s situation briefly.
Fu Cheng was studying the medicine which Fu Ya had given him when Song Zhi called. When he heard Song Zhi explaining the situation, he nearly overturned the medicine mortar on the table.
