Old Mr. Pei parted his lips looking at Zhuo Yun, but he did not know how to comfort him.
Even Huo Yao was unable to treat the patient, let alone him.
No one said a word, so the hall was very quiet until a call broke the silent atmosphere.
It was Huo Yao’s phone ringing.
She glanced at the caller ID and realized it was her teacher, Liu Qian. She got up and went to the back of the hall to answer the call.
Old Mr. Pei veered his eyes from Huo Yao when she had gone some distance. He turned to look at Min Yu and said guiltily, “Sorry. I was unable to help at all.”
Min Yu had a sickly pallor and replied mildly. “Don’t blame yourself. No one saw this coming.”
“Is there really no cure?” Old Mr. Pei spoke in a serious tone.
Just as he mentioned, there must be some reason why the patient was suffering from a relapse, especially since Min Yu had a very unusual malady.
“It’s no use.” Min Yu shook his head. He picked up the teacup beside and gestured for Old Mr. Pei to drink some tea as well. “Thanks for coming over.”
Old Mr. Pei waved his hand and smiled sadly.
“Oh yes. How did you know he’s sick?” Zhuo Yun glanced at Min Yu and asked Old Mr. Pei.
He answered candidly. “Pei Rong told me about it. He got the news from the Apothecaries’ Association.”
“Does someone in the Apothecaries’ Association know about this?” Zhuo Yun narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
After Min Yu came back from a special mission, he ended up plagued by this condition. It was so serious that he nearly died. Sadly, they were unable to figure out who had done it.
Huo Yao had already given Min Yu treatment and placed the condition under control, but his condition deteriorated out of the blue. Huo Yao had a feeling someone was deliberately doing it to Min Yu.
Old Mr. Pei nodded. Pei Rong had warned him about telling Min Yu about the source of the intel, so Old Mr. Pei did not go into detail about the actual source.
Zhuo Yun made an attempt to find out more but did not insist when Old Mr. Pei refused to divulge the actual source.
Old Mr. Pei had a very upright personality, so everyone felt he probably was not the culprit, but they had to be careful.
After chatting briefly, Huo Yao was done with the call and came back to them.
When she returned, Old Mr. Pei started discussing Min Yu’s condition with her. 30 minutes later, he left the villa.
“I’ll send you back.”
Zhuo Yun got up and wanted to send Old Mr. Pei home.
After replying to Chen Ming’s text message, Huo Yao put away her phone. “I have to go home.”
Min Yu tilted his head sideways and looked at Huo Yao. “I’m sick, right? How can you leave me all by myself? Don’t you have any conscience?”
Huo Yao glanced at him and stood up. She said heartlessly, “Absolutely not.”
Min Yu felt puzzled.
“I’m leaving.” Huo Yao stopped looking at him. She stuck her hands in her pockets and walked out unhurriedly.
Chen Ming had just sent her a text message. He had made some headway about Mi Wei’s recent whereabouts, so he was coming over shortly with the report and surveillance footage.
Huo Yao walked toward her villa unhurriedly.
When she got to the door, Chen Ming’s car pulled up by the roadside before she had the chance to unlock the door. He promptly walked over toward Huo Yao.
“Hi, Miss Huo,” greeted Chen Ming reverently.
“Uncle Ming.” Huo Yao nodded. “Thanks for coming over.”
Chen Ming shook his head and smiled. He handed Huo Yao a transparent document bag containing a flash drive. “I was only able to figure out his whereabouts for the week before the trace went cold.”
It seemed as though he had disappeared into thin air. Chen Ming found it absolutely puzzling, so he had to spend more time investigating the whereabouts of Mi Wei.
