Nan’s Hospital.
Li Chongbai sat on the elevator with a solemn face, his eyes flashing with anxiety.
"Pei Yu, go directly to the eighth floor," he instructed.
His apprentice, Pei Yu, who followed behind into the elevator, imdiately pressed "8" and then turned back to look at Li Chongbai.
"Teacher, how did you co up with that ten-page prescription last night? I’ve read the treatnt thod written on it, it’s even better than the treatnt plan you proposed yesterday afternoon," Pei Yu said.
Li Chongbai’s eyes flickered with struggle. He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated.
Finally, he could only say to his beloved disciple, "There’s a big problem with this prescription!"
The eighth floor arrived quickly, and the elevator doors opened instantly.
Li Chongbai stepped out first.
A puzzled Pei Yu followed behind, constantly asking, "Teacher, what’s wrong with this prescription? I can’t see any problems with it."
In fact, she thought the prescription was perfect, like the only solution to a math problem, the only answer to treating Duan Zhu.
Li Chongbai suddenly stopped walking, turned around to look at Pei Yu, his eyes carrying a hint of reproach.
"Pei Yu, you’ve been with for ten years, can’t you recognize my handwriting? Take a good look, this is not written by ."
Pei Yu stared at the ten-page printed prescription in her hand, the characters were elegant and small, completely different from the teacher’s usual bold style of handwriting.
She explained, "Teacher, I know this isn’t your handwriting, I thought maybe you had soone else write it for you."
Li Chongbai turned back to Pei Yu and said, "Who could I ask? If I were to ask anyone, it would only be you, but this isn’t your handwriting either."
His brow furrowed even more tightly, "That’s why I seriously suspect soone is using my na to treat Duan Zhu and wrote this prescription. I have to find out who it is!"
Pei Yu stood there on the spot, her expression also becoming solemn.
With such strict security at the Nan Group, soone had the audacity to impersonate her teacher to treat Duan Zhu!
Li Chongbai quickly walked to the door of the ward and saw that the guard had been beefed up, with twice as many security guards as before.
He said in slight surprise, "Why are there so many people today?"
The security guard at the door recognized Li Chongbai and opened the ward door for him to enter.
"It was the Eldest Young Master’s orders, he said that starting today, only you, your assistant, and the Eldest Young Master are allowed in," the guard explained.
Li Chongbai furrowed his brow, thinking of soone impersonating him to treat Duan Zhu, he entered the ward first.
Then he turned back to Pei Yu and said, "Pei Yu, go to the seventh floor and find Nan Zhuoyuan, please ask him to co up here."
Pei Yu imdiately understood Li Chongbai’s intention and realized she shouldn’t make a big deal out of the situation until they had clearer information.
She obediently complied, "Okay, teacher."
After speaking, she hurried down the stairs to the seventh floor to find Nan Zhuoyuan.
Li Chongbai, upon entering the ward, took Duan Zhu’s pulse first, wanting to confirm his suspicion.
As soon as he heard that Li Chongbai had arrived, Nan Zhuoyuan raced up from the seventh floor without stopping.
Once inside, seeing that Li Chongbai was still taking Duan Zhu’s pulse, he remained quiet, waiting in silence.
Fifteen minutes later.
Li Chongbai withdrew his hand, his eyes, filled with vicissitudes, now glinting with sharpness.
He grasped Duan Zhu’s wrist, turning it over, closely examining it, looking for any signs of needle marks.
He soon discovered two small needle marks.
Nan Zhuoyuan approached slowly, looking at Li Chongbai with confusion, about to speak.
Unexpectedly, Li Chongbai imdiately showed him the needle marks on the wrist and asked Nan Zhuoyuan, "Who perford acupuncture on Duan Zhu last night?"
This question made Nan Zhuoyuan freeze on the spot.
His eyes widened, full of confusion.
Nan Zhuoyuan asked in return, "Dean Li, wasn’t it you who ca to give my mother acupuncture last night?"
Li Chongbai’s forehead creased deeply, "I spent all of last night at ho reviewing dical texts. I didn’t have ti to co to the hospital, and that prescription you sent , it wasn’t written by !"
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