Before Yang Yi finished his sentence, Old Mr. Pei came over and became excited. “Let me see the prescription.”


  Old Mr. Pei had subconsciously walked over to Huo Yao’s side when she was writing down the list of herbs. He was stunned as he watched her list each herb. By the time she was done, his mind was about to blow up.

  After he gathered his thoughts, he could not wait to check the prescription again.

  Zhuo Yun watched as Old Mr. Pei’s mood transformed from hopelessness to exhilaration. He handed the prescription to the old man without any hesitation.

  Old Mr. Pei studied the herbs carefully before he finally became certain that it was a long lost ancient prescription. He passed it back to Zhuo Yun with trembling hands.

  “Old Mr. Pei?” said Yang Yi when he noticed his shaky hands.

  Old Mr. Pei raised his head and looked at Yang Yi. “This prescription is fine.”


  He did not go into the technical details.

  A look of disbelief emerged on Yang Yi’s face. “Are you saying this will help cure Yu?”


  “Although it can’t fix the problem at its root, it will help prevent his condition from worsening,” said Old Mr. Pei slowly.

  He paused and looked at Huo Yao before he suddenly sighed. “Each generation simply gets better and better. Huo Yao’s medical skills probably surpass mine.”


  He recalled how he had offered to take the young lady in as his disciple and could not help feeling embarrassed.

  “I will go get the meds right away,” said Zhuo Yun excitedly the moment he heard this. He walked out of the villa swiftly with the prescription in hand.

  Old Mr. Pei walked back to Huo Yao.

  Yang Yi stood where he was with a complicated expression on his face.

  Yang Yi instinctively raised his head and looked towards Huo Yao. He recalled his lousy attitude and preconceptions regarding her. He was so biased that he even blamed her for causing Min Yu to suffer a relapse. His face suddenly burned in shame.

  Old Mr. Pei sat down opposite Huo Yao and glanced at the nerve-soothing incense, which Huo Yao had put out earlier. He asked her curiously. “Why can’t we use the incense?”


  Huo Yao said calmly, “The incense contains musk, so it will only cause his qi to move even more rapidly.” She paused and glanced at Min Yu. “That’s why he’s coughing blood.”


  Yang Yi heard her and could not help recalling his attitude. His face flushed crimson again.

  “I see. I didn’t think of that,” said Old Mr. Pei with a sad smile on his face. “I’m so glad you came. Or else, I would have ended up making a huge mistake.”


  He was the one who had ordered the incense to be burned.

  “It’s fine. It’s not a big deal.” Huo Yao waved her hand without taking it to heart. Then she turned to Min Yu and raised her brow. “You didn’t take the meds I gave you, right?”


  Although it was a question, she spoke with certainty.

  Min Yu coughed again. Despite his pale appearance, he remained aesthetically pleasing in a sick way. After he suppressed the cough, he said, “Hmm?”


  Then he recalled the medicine she had given him before he boarded the plane.

  “I forgot,” he replied.

  Huo Yao smiled ambiguously. So this was the reason his condition kept deteriorating each time she saw him.

  Her smile made Min Yu uncomfortable. He turned to look at Yang Yi. “Go to my bedside table and look for a porcelain bottle.”


  Yang Yi bowed reverently and ran upstairs as quickly as he could.