Chapter 297
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Before Yang Yi could finish his sentence, Old Mr. Pei walked over and said excitedly, "Quick, let me take a look at the prescription."
Old Mr. Pei instinctively walked over to her side when Huo Yao was making the list. He watched as she wrote down the list of herbs. Every single one of them shocked him. By the time she finished, his mind was about to explode.
When he came back to his senses, he couldn't wait to confirm the prescription again.
Zhuo Yun glanced at Old Mr. Pei, who had gone from being depressed to excited. He handed the prescription to him without hesitation.
Old Mr. Pei looked at the herbs carefully before he finally confirmed that it was a lost ancient prescription. He handed the prescription back to Zhuo Yun with trembling hands.
"Old Mr. Pei?" Yang Yi could not help calling out to him when he noticed that Old Mr. Pei's hands were trembling.
Old Mr. Pei raised his head and looked at Yang Yi. "There's nothing wrong with the prescription."
He did not explain further since it was a technical term.
Yang Yi was in disbelief. "Are you saying that this prescription can cure Yu?"
"Although it can't cure him completely, at least it won't worsen his condition," said Old Mr. Pei slowly. He paused and glanced at Huo Yao before he suddenly sighed. "The new generation really excels the old. Huo Yao's medical skills are probably better than mine."
He recalled that he had mentioned taking the young lady in as his disciple.
It was rather embarrassing.
"I'll go get the medicine right away," said Zhuo Yun excitedly. Then he walked out of the villa with the prescription.
Old Mr. Pei also walked over to Huo Yao. Book Time
Yang Yi remained where he was with a complicated expression on his face.
He instinctively raised his head to look in Huo Yao's direction. He recalled his earlier attitude and how he had assumed that Huo Yao was an unpresentable person even before meeting her. He even blamed her for causing his master's illness to relapse. Suddenly, his face heated up.
Old Mr. Pei sat down on the couch opposite Huo Yao. He glanced at the snuffed nerve-soothing incense and asked quizzically. "Why can't I light the incense?"
Huo Yao looked calm. "The incense contains musk, so it will only make his blood boil faster." She paused and glanced at Min Yu. "That's why he coughed up blood."
Yang Yi, who had just walked over, could not help recalling his attitude back then. His face flushed red again.
"I see. I didn't expect that." Old Mr. Pei smiled bitterly. "Fortunately, you came. Otherwise, I would have made a huge mistake."
He was the one who ordered the incense to be lit.
"Don't worry, it's not a big problem." Huo Yao waved her hand nonchalantly. She turned to look at Min Yu and raised her brow. "Didn't you take the medicine I gave you last time?"
Even though it was a question, it was filled with certainty.
Min Yu coughed again. His face was pale and sickly. After he steadied his breath, he said, "Huh?" He quickly recalled that it was the bottle of medicine she had given him when he had driven her to the airport last time.
"I forgot," he said.
Huo Yao smiled ambiguously. She knew it. Every time she saw his body, it got worse.
Min Yu was not used to her smile. He turned to instruct Yang Yi. "Go to my bedroom and look for a porcelain bottle in the drawer of my bedside table."
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