The next morning, the leader of the dical Alliance, Su Zhenhong, suddenly announced a piece of news.
Hui Linghaus Noble School would soon be conducting a student extracurricular practice activity at the headquarters of the dical Alliance.
This was also the first ti that the dical Alliance would be hosting a student group, and Su Zhenhong seed to attach great importance to it, specifically arranging for five research assistants to form a reception team and opening up the laboratories in advance for the students to visit.
In the foreign-style house, Li Qiao leaned against the sofa, supporting her forehead with one hand, as she flipped through the list of students that Su Moshi had sent over. Her gaze landed on the third line, and she lifted the corners of her mouth in a aningful, shallow smile.
Shang Yu walked in from the outside of the hall, holding his phone and without glancing away from Li Qiao, spoke into the phone, "Do as instructed, wait for her notification."
On the phone, Cheng Mo seed to be indecisive, hesitating for a long ti, before he tentatively said, "Association leader, when will you and the lady return? Once these ssages are released, I’m afraid they might be driven to desperation..."
Cheng Mo said this while looking at the packed files on the computer, feeling that sothing significant was about to happen.
For the British Imperial Nobility, honor is life, and even the whispers of a scandal would beco the delight of the public.
Such a ripple effect was enough to destroy any family.
Shang Yu strode over to sit beside Li Qiao, pursed his lips, and once again instructed in a deep voice, "Just do as you are told."
The man said no more and ended the call before placing the phone on the coffee table.
He crossed his legs, his posture lazy and comfortable, and his gaze fell directly on Li Qiao, his eyes brimming with playfulness.
Li Qiao raised an eyebrow at him, "Cheng Mo?"
Shang Yu suppressed a smile at the corner of his lips and responded.
Li Qiao handed over the list with the back of her hand, leaning against the chair back, and spoke in a light tone, teasing, "Is he worried we won’t make it out of the British Imperial?"
"Hmm," said Shang Yu, lifting his head from the list with a thin smile at his lips, "Worried that the other party might be driven to desperation."
Li Qiao, elbow propped on the back of the chair, wore a smile that was not quite a smile, "He told you all that?"
The man pinched her chin and gave it a little shake, "Not much. Do whatever you want to do, I’m here if anything goes wrong."
Li Qiao looked straight into Shang Yu’s handso face, the light in her eyes flickered, but she said nothing and simply smiled.
...
In the afternoon, the staff of the entire town were busy preparing for the reception work.
Li Qiao wandered leisurely into the Traditional Chinese dicine Pharmacy Room, and as soon as she entered, she heard Shang Lu grumbling, "This separator is so outdated, and they dare to call themselves the dical Alliance?"
The pharmacy room was filled with the strong sll of Chinese herbal dicines, Shang Lu alone occupied the research counter, while the other three Chinese dicine researchers were nowhere to be seen.
The footsteps behind him caught Shang Lu’s attention. Without lifting his head or opening his eyes, he spoke in English, "Apply for a Chinese dicine atomizer, a dicine scale, and a standard sieve for . You don’t have these things—are you researching Martian Chinese dicine?"
Li Qiao said nothing, but a hint of amusent crossed her eyes.
When Shang Lu heard no reply, he frowned in displeasure and glanced up to see Li Qiao. He paused for a second, dusted off his hands, and stood up, carefully taking a step back, "Sister-in-law, is there sothing you need?"
Li Qiao, looking at the experintal counter filled with various types of Chinese herbal dicines, tilted her chin to point, "How’s the dicine preparation going?"
"Almost done," Shang Lu picked up a pinch of herbs and ground them, "Although it can’t replace THC, this prescription should alleviate the pain when his drug addiction flares up."
After speaking, Shang Lu glanced at Li Qiao, his mouth half-open as if he wanted to say sothing but stopped himself.
"What’s on your mind?" Li Qiao leaned against the edge of the table, maintaining a safe distance of three steps from him.
Shang Lu awkwardly pursed his lips, "It’s nothing much. It’s just... for a drug addict, is it necessary to spare no expense to save him?"
Li Qiao’s eyelids drooped, her tone becoming much lighter, "He’s not a drug addict, he was forced into it."
Shang Lu dropped the herbs in his hand, filled with righteous indignation, "Damn it, who’s the bastard forcing soone to take drugs?"
Li Qiao fell silent for two seconds before changing the topic, "Don’t leave the dical Alliance these few days, and help with sothing while you’re at it."
The mont Shang Lu thought of that Sirbey lizard, he readily agreed without a word of complaint, "No problem, sister-in-law. What do you need to do?"
"Watch over soone."
...
In the evening, light rain began to fall from the sky again.
A thin mist rose from the ground, and underneath a black silk umbrella sheltering from the drizzle, a figure moved slowly between the Western-style houses.
At the chapel ahead, Liuyun opened the door for him, and Yun Lih stepped inside, folding his umbrella. Upon standing still, he coughed twice into his fist, his cheeks seeming even more pale and haggard.
He looked up at the cross above the chapel and walked leisurely to the front row to sit, "Sorry to keep you waiting."
At this mont, Shang Yu sat with legs crossed, solid as a mountain, his hand caressing a Rare Gold Diamond Card, which turned out to be Parma’s pass.
The man’s thin lips were slightly pursed as he casually handed over the Rare Gold Diamond Card, "How do you feel?"
Yun Lih received the card hesitantly, touching the pattern on it. His tone was unusually calm, "With you all here, I can’t die just yet."
Shang Yu’s slender fingertips tapped twice on his knee, his lips curving into a knowing smile, "A minor setback, and you’re giving up?"
"A minor setback..." Yun Lih leaned back against the bench, his head tilted back, his murky eyes gazing at the mural above, and he let out a self-deprecating laugh, "Is the association leader trying to comfort ?"
Shang Yu took out a cigarette case from his pocket. Recently, due to Li Qiao’s pregnancy, he had cut down a lot on smoking.
The man took out a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, and the curling smoke, mixed with the sound of rain from outside, added a touch of desolation.
Shang Yu didn’t answer but asked in return, "Do you need comfort?"
Yun Lih also casually took a cigarette. As the smoke drifted from his thin lips, he closed his eyes, "No, I don’t."
Shang Yu raised his eyebrows, his gaze fixed on the statue of the chapel as he spoke in a deep voice, "The day after tomorrow, Liuyun will escort you back to Parma."
"Back to Parma?" Yun Lih suddenly looked at the Rare Gold Diamond Card in his hand and narrowed his eyes, "Together?"
The man flicked ash off the lid of the cigarette case, not directly answering the question, "Parma’s dical facilities are no worse than the British Imperial’s. With proper treatnt, there will be no issues."
"You seem to have more confidence than I do."
Yun Lih chuckled and carefully stored the Rare Gold Diamond Card, his gaze falling as he veiled the sorrow in his eyes.
He had accidentally overheard Xia Siyu on the phone that day. There was no effective antidote for the poison of the Blue-ringed octopus.
Moreover, his nosebleeds had been happening more and more frequently of late, probably indicating a clotting disorder.
All of this information was glaringly obvious online.
...
At the sa ti, in a wealthy district apartnt at London Port.
He Chen leaned back on the sofa with a look of contentnt, puffing clouds of smoke in his robe, which hung loosely around his waist, revealing a swath of honey-colored chest.
The bathroom door was ajar, and Yin Mo bent over the sink continuously scrubbing her palms.
Her lips were swollen, her complexion cold. After washing her hands three tis, she still felt it wasn’t enough.
He Chen listened to the incessant sound of running water and extinguished his cigarette butt, annoyance creeping across his handso face as he walked over.
The tall figure of the man appeared at the doorway, and Yin Mo’s expression turned sharp, cautiously stepping aside.
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