Fang Chen was tall and straight, dressed in a long black coat. Standing in the living room in front of the French windows, he was talking on the phone.
The mont Huo Yao and Lin Shuwen ca in, he turned around slightly to glance at them and his skinny face looked serious before he turned back to finish the conversation.
Lin Shuwen pointed at the couch in the living room and said to Huo Yao, “Have a seat. He will be done soon.”
Huo Yao nodded.
The villa’s décor was done in a minimalist black and white color sche. It was low profile and well designed. Lin Shuwen went over to the fridge to retrieve a bottle for Huo Yao before he sat down on an armchair by the side.
Lin Shuwen could tell that Huo Yao had a withdrawn personality. Since he had nothing in common to talk about with a middle school student, he sat quietly without making any conversation.
Before long, Fang Chen finished the call and ca over. He looked at Huo Yao and did not look as serious. “My apologies for keeping you waiting.”
“No worries.” Huo Yao shook her head. She glanced at him and saw that he clearly looked a lot better than he did previously. Although he was still skin and bone, he looked more energetic.
“It seems you are recovering well,” said Huo Yao.
Fang Chen pursed his lips and said politely, “I have you to thank for it.”
“Uh huh,” acknowledged Huo Yao with a look of pride.
She had the best dical skills in her clan and her talent was unsurpassable.
Huo Yao pointed at the seat beside her and said, “Let take your pulse.”
Fang Chen nodded. He sat down next to Huo Yao and pulled up his sleeves slightly to reveal his skinny wrist. The veins on his wrist were very obvious and looked scary.
The mont Fang Chen reached his hand out, his fingertips trembled slightly. He purposely looked at Huo Yao to see that she was unperturbed and did not seem afraid of his scary-looking hand.
Huo Yao quickly placed her fingers on Fang Chen’s wrist. A few monts later, she pulled her hand back.
“How is he?” asked Lin Shuwen hurriedly. He seed even more anxious than Fang Chen.
Huo Yao frowned briefly before she glanced at Lin Shuwen and asked, “He is recovering well, but you haven’t been giving him dicine using my prescription, right?”
His pulse was floaty and weak and he was clearly over-nourished.
“Erm... We used your prescription...” Before Lin Shuwen finished his sentence, he halted when he saw Huo Yao looking at him knowingly.
Lin Shuwen paused for a few seconds before he said the truth, “Young Master Pei made so adjustnts to your prescription and refined pills for us.”
No wonder.
Huo Yao pursed her lips slightly.
Lin Shuwen detected sothing amiss with her expression. His heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly asked her. “Miss Huo, is there anything wrong with Mr. Chen?”
“Are you of the opinion that only pills made by an apothecary are real dicine?” Huo Yao turned her head sideways slightly and suddenly asked Lin Shuwen.
Even though it was phrased as a normal question, Lin Shuwen could not help breaking out in cold sweat. His lips parted. “I...”
“I don’t think you should have asked to examine him. You should have gone to Pei Rong,” replied Huo Yao calmly.
If the patient refused to heed the doctor’s advice, what was the point of treating him?
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