Huo Yao leaned back lazily into the couch. She veered her thoughtful eyes away from Yang Yi after he went upstairs.
It seemed this ex-neighbor of hers was no ordinary man.
Yang Yi quickly came back with the porcelain bottle and handed it to Min Yu courteously.
Min Yu looked sideways at Huo Yao.
Huo Yao looked up. “One pill a day.”
Min Yu did not keep probing and opened its cap to pour out a Chinese medicine pill roughly the size of a green bean.
Yang Yi no longer harbored any doubts about the medicine. He turned to pour a glass of water and handed it to his boss.
Min Yu quickly felt better after he took the medicine, and even his face became less pale.
Yang Yi could clearly see how effective the medicine was, so he suddenly bowed to Huo Yao. “Miss Huo, I’m so sorry for being rude to you earlier. Please forgive me.”
Huo Yao inadvertently saw the scar at the back of Yang Yi’s head when she looked at him. She waved her hand and said, “It’s fine.”
This made Yang Yi feel even guiltier. “If ever you need any help, feel free to let me know.”
Huo Yao’s eyelids twitched. She quickly replied. “No, I’m good.”
Yang Yi was stunned.
Huo Yao coughed and stopped looking at him. Instead, she looked at Min Yu and asked him. “Do you sometimes experience a sharp pain in your calf?”
Min Yu nodded. “Yeah. It has gotten stronger these past few days. I got it examined but it seems to be nothing serious.”
Huo Yao sat with her hand on the couch armrest and looked rather languid. After pondering for a few seconds, she said, “Your relapse was caused by this calf injury.”
Old Mr. Pei had examined Min Yu’s calf previously but failed to find any problem. Also, he did not notice anything unusual with his hidden illness.
So he asked her quizzically. “What do you mean?”
“Some injuries are invisible to the naked eye,” said Huo Yao as she pursed her lips and smiled.
Old Mr. Pei noticed she had no intention of explaining further. Then he went quiet briefly before changing the subject. “Is there a way you can eradicate Young Master Min’s long time illness from its root?”
Yang Yi looked at Huo Yao with his eyes burning brightly.
Huo Yao shrugged. “Not for the time being.”
The moment she finished her sentence, disappointment swept across Yang Yi’s eyes. However, he quickly bowed to Huo Yao. “Miss Huo, please do your best to help Yu recover.”
Huo Yao glanced at him without saying a word.
“Huo Yao, that prescription of yours is an ancient prescription, right?” asked Old Mr. Pei.
Huo Yao touched her nose and lied with a straight face, “I’m not sure. I saw it in a medical book.”
A strange expression emerged on Old Mr. Pei’s face when he heard Huo Yao.
He remembered Huo Yao’s claim to have superficial knowledge after reading some Chinese medicine books the last time he asked her about it at the Yi residence.
Here she was throwing the same excuse again. If he had not seen the prescription, he might have gotten fooled again.
Huo Yao disregarded the look of disbelief on Old Mr. Pei’s face. She raised her hand to check the time before she stood up. “Since there’s nothing else I can do for the time being, I’m off.”
Huo Yao paused and recalled something. She looked at Old Mr. Pei and asked him. “You ought to have an apparatus for refining medicine, right?”
After all, his clan was famous for being traditional Chinese medical experts.
Old Mr. Pei nodded.
“Good. Contact me when you have all the herbs,” said Huo Yao.
