Chapter 1398
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Min Yu understood what Huo Yao meant. He poured the pill into his palm and drank it without asking any questions.
Huo Yao clicked her tongue softly. "What if it's poison?"
Min Yu put down the cup and looked at Huo Yao. He suddenly raised his hand to point at his chest and said softly, "You won't."
After all, it had been stamped.
Huo Yao's eyes landed on the spot where his finger was pointing. She realized what he meant and blushed inexplicably.
If I had known earlier, I would have prepared a poison for him!
...
Before long, Pei Rong drove to Min Yu's villa.
The car stopped and Old Mr. Pei raised his eyes to look at the villa's entrance. He was in no hurry to get out of the car. Instead, he said to Pei Rong, "Rong, I'll go alone. You can go home first."
Pei Rong was about to unbuckle his seatbelt when he heard his father's words. He froze and turned to look at him. "Uh..."
Old Mr. Pei interrupted him before he could finish. "It's not appropriate for you to go with me."
Pei Rong went quiet before he put down his hand and said, "Fine. Call me when you're done."
"It's fine. I'll take a cab back myself." Old Mr. Pei shook his head.
Then he pushed the door open and got out of the car.
Pei Rong's eyes narrowed as he watched his father walk to the door.
He drove off quickly.
Old Mr. Pei only veered his eyes after Pei Rong drove off and pressed the doorbell.
In less than two minutes, Zhuo Yun walked over. He nodded slightly when he saw Old Mr. Pei and opened the door. "Old Mr. Pei, you're here."
Old Mr. Pei nodded. He followed Zhuo Yun inside and asked him about the situation.
Zhuo Yun looked extremely worried as he sighed gently. "You'll understand when you see Yu."
Old Mr. Pei's heart sank.
The two of them entered the living room before long.
Min Yu was leaning against the couch. His face was drained of blood, and even his lips were pale. He looked like he was seriously ill.
Old Mr. Pei could not care less. He greeted Min Yu and hurriedly walked up to him. "Young Master Min, can I take your pulse?"
Min Yu nodded and stretched out his hand weakly.
Huo Yao touched the tip of her nose.
Old Mr. Pei sat down and placed his fingertips on Min Yu's wrist to check his pulse. The more he checked, the more he frowned. "Why is it so messed up?"
His pulse was even more severe than it had been two years ago.
Old Mr. Pei retracted his hand with a heavy heart. "Young Master Min, I wonder why your unmentionable illness flared up again?"
"It suddenly broke out two days ago. It happened without any warning," Wang Yao said. Zhuo Yun, who was standing by the side, took the initiative to speak. His voice sounded very deep. "Old Mr. Pei, do you have any other way to curb Yu's hidden illness?"
"Sorry, my medical skills are really limited." Old Mr. Pei smiled bitterly and shook his head. He turned to look at Huo Yao. "Even you can't think of a solution?"
Huo Yao shook her head. "My acupuncture technique doesn't work anymore. I have tried other methods over the past two days, but none of them worked."
Old Mr. Pei went silent for a moment before he said, "This unmentionable illness won't flare up for no reason. If we can find the source, we might be able to find a way to curb it."
"I just can't find it." Zhuo Yun clenched his fists tightly. The veins on his neck were popping out in frustration.
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