Huo Yao failed to detect Pei Rong’s expression. She reached her hand out and placed it on Fang Chen’s pulse and pulled her hand back 30 minutes later and nodded. “Although there has been a substantial amount of delay before you sought treatment, there is still hope.”
She stood up and looked at the dumbfounded Old Mr. Pei. “Can you give me a pen and paper? I need to prescribe the medicine.”
Fang Chen was equally dumbfounded as he looked at her.
Huo Yao’s words that Fang Chen could be saved kept echoing in Old Mr. Pei’s ears and he went into a complete daze.
“Old Mr. Pei?” said Huo Yao as she raised her brow.
Old Mr. Pei was still in a daze. He looked at Huo Yao somewhat excitedly when he snapped out of it and almost wanted to grab her hand. He asked her in a soft voice. “Little Master Huo, did you say he could be saved?”
Fang Chen and Pei Rong automatically looked at Huo Yao.
Fang Chen’s eyes were filled with expectation, but he did not dare harbor too much hope while Pei Rong wanted to know exactly what illness the patient was suffering from.
Huo Yao pondered before she replied. “Sort of.”
Old Mr. Pei was stunned. Sort of? What did she mean by sort of?
“His debilitation is a genetic disease. Based on the current level of medicine, it’s impossible to treat it permanently…” Huo Yao coughed before she added. “Since I am the one treating you, I can stop it from going into relapse in the future.”
“Debilitation? What kind of illness is it? Why haven’t I heard about it before?” Before Old Mr. Pei could say a word, Pei Rong spoke.
Pei Rong frowned. Judging from his expression, he felt that Huo Yao was making this up.
Huo Yao glanced at him and said calmly, “Just because you haven’t heard about it, it doesn’t mean that the ailment doesn’t exist.”
Pei Rong wanted to ask her more about the disease but was so agitated that he laughed angrily in an instant when the young woman talked back. “Are you looking down on the Apothecaries’ Association?”
Pei Rong paused for a few seconds. He suddenly ridiculed her in his head and shook his head speechlessly. Why had he brought up the Apothecaries’ Association? She was probably oblivious of the association.
“Enough, Rong. If you have any questions, you can ask them later,” said Old Mr. Pei hurriedly. He knew that his oldest boy had a blunt personality.
The butler had left to retrieve pen and paper. He broke the awkward atmosphere when he came back into the room.
“Here you go, Miss Huo.”
Huo Yao raised her brow slightly. Since the butler had keen observation, she nodded courteously before she took the pen and paper from him. She walked to the table on the side, and wrote a prescription.
Before long, she handed the list of medicines to Old Mr. Pei. “He has to use the first prescription for three days. After his health recovers, he can start using the second prescription. He just needs to take it for half a month.”
Old Mr. Pei took the prescriptions and glanced through them swiftly. There was no rare or expensive medicine listed in them. Instead, they consisted of mild tonics, so he was clearly stunned.
“Just taking this tonic is enough?” asked Old Mr. Pei in surprise.
Huo Yao nodded. “Uh huh. This debilitation mainly causes the patient to age rapidly, so he needs to nourish his Qi and blood.”
Old Mr. Pei stroked his beard as he asked softly. “Little Master Huo, don’t you need to make him any pills?”
Since even the Pei family and even the advanced hospital apparatus were unable to diagnose Fang Chen’s condition, he felt that it could not be treated so easily with some tonics.
