"I left Mrs. Yang's medicine bag at the front desk, could you please go and get it for me?"

"I'm too busy right now. We'll be eating soon, and there are still more than a dozen dishes that I haven't cooked yet."

"I really can't leave, please help me."

Before the waiter could speak, someone inside called out to the chef, who quickly returned to the kitchen to continue working.

The waiter looked at the adopted daughter with some embarrassment and asked, "Are you sure you're alright? Shall I help you to sit on the sofa inside for a while?"

"Please wait until you are feeling better before you leave."

The adopted daughter clutched her chest and sat down again, forcing a smile: "I'm fine, I'll be alright sitting here for a while."

"Didn't the chef just ask you to get something?"

"Go get your things first."

The waiter hesitated and didn't go, fearing that his adopted daughter's condition might suddenly worsen if he left.

But the adopted daughter kept saying she was fine and that she didn't need to worry. Seeing that the adopted daughter seemed to be in much better spirits, the waiter quickly went to the front desk to get Mrs. Yang's medicine bag.

Mrs. Yang's medicine packet was just brought over by the maid; she must drink it while it's still hot within half an hour after the meal.

Even if there's no traffic, it's impossible to get home from here within half an hour after dinner, which is why the maid brings Mrs. Yang's medicine bag over.

The hotel's service was excellent; they had over a dozen medicine pots for boiling herbs and could prepare and deliver the Chinese medicine to guests.

The adopted daughter glanced at the garden in the distance again, and after confirming that no one there would notice what was going on, her mind began to work.

The adopted daughter narrowed her eyes, took out her phone and called Mrs. Yang: "Mrs. Yang, I'm so sorry, I probably won't be able to attend your birthday party today."

"I was probably too tired from taking care of my son these past few days. As soon as I arrived at the hotel, I felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, so I rushed to the hospital for a check-up."

"I'm so sorry, I'll come to apologize to you in person once I'm feeling better."

Mrs. Yang spoke gently on the phone, saying, "Your health is the most important thing. Take good care of yourself. Today isn't an important day, so just rest well."

"When you feel a bit better, I'll have Doctor Zhou take a look at you."

"After all, there are some diseases that cannot be detected by instruments; traditional Chinese medicine is more reliable..."

Hearing Mrs. Yang's affirmation of Zhou Yi, the adopted daughter clenched her fists in anger. The more she listened, the more she wanted to kill Zhou Yi.

Great! Doesn't Mrs. Yang trust Zhou Yi?!

What if...hehe, what if the medicine Zhou Yi prescribed had a problem, causing Mrs. Yang's condition to worsen, or even cause her to vomit blood and fall into a coma!

So--

Can Mrs. Yang and her family still trust Zhou Yi?

"Then I'll have to trouble Mrs. Yang." The adopted daughter sneered inwardly, but her tone was extremely weak, making it sound as if she really had some kind of health problem.

After a brief chat, the two ended the call, and the waiter took the medicine packet from the front desk to the kitchen.

The chef who had just asked the waiter to get the medicine packet took out a small stove and placed it next to the kitchen. Then he poured the medicine into a medicine pot and started to boil it.

The fire in the stove heats evenly, and since it's not firewood, you don't need to keep an eye on it all the time.

After heating the fire, the chef continues to work in the kitchen, only needing to come out every ten minutes or so to check if the fire has shrunk.

The waiter walked over to the adopted daughter, squatted down, and asked with concern, "Are you feeling any better?"

"Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

The adopted daughter already had a clear plan in mind. She glanced down at the medicine jar, a cold glint in her eyes. In the current situation, she needed to get the waiter away before she could make her move!

Clutching her chest, she leaned against the wall and said to the waiter, "No need to call an ambulance. This is an old problem, but my chest still feels a bit uncomfortable. Do you have any medicine that can refresh me?"

"Go and get me some."

The waiter quickly went into the hotel to get a first-aid kit for the adopted daughter.

After the waiter left, the adopted daughter immediately stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

She glanced at the chefs busy in the kitchen; everyone was focused on their work, and no one noticed someone passing by the kitchen door.

The adopted daughter walked over without changing her expression. With the wall blocking her view, even if the chef inside looked up at that moment, he wouldn't be able to see her putting the drug in.

"Zhou Yi! You brought this on yourself!"

"Why did you have to come to Kyoto? Why did you have to come and fight with my son for the family property? If you had stayed in Luzhou and hadn't made such a fuss, you would have succeeded!"

"Perhaps, I can also consider you dead!"

"But you shouldn't have coveted things that didn't belong to you, and you definitely shouldn't have tried to curry favor with powerful and influential people... Your mother died at my hands back then, so you should go to hell and find her sooner!" The adopted daughter's eyes hardened.

She took out a colorless and odorless transparent medicine from the bottom of her bag. Her adopted daughter had kept this medicine in her bag for several years, just in case!

Unexpectedly... it actually came in handy today.

The adopted daughter gripped the thick gloves on the railing with disdain.

Remove the lid of the medicine pot, quickly pour the medicine into the churning herbs, then quickly close the pot again and casually toss the gloves onto the protruding railing on the wall.

After she had done all this, not a single person in the kitchen noticed her.

The adopted daughter waited for the waiter to bring the first-aid kit before pretending to get up and leave.

She rubbed her temples as she said, "I feel much better after resting for a while. I've already told Mrs. Yang that I'm not feeling well and need to go home to rest and get some sleep."

"Your hotel is so busy today, you don't need to come with me."

"I can go home by myself."

The waiter didn't suspect the adopted daughter's motives, since that's what happens when you're not feeling well.

It hurts here for a moment, and then it's fine again.

The waiter saw the adopted daughter off at the hotel entrance and watched her get into the car and leave. Then he hurried to the kitchen to help, since it was almost time for dinner and the kitchen was simply too busy.

Inside the car, the adopted daughter's face immediately darkened.

He ordered the driver to drive back to the Qi family home.

Half an hour later.

The Qi family!

The old man was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper when he looked up and saw his adopted daughter return. He frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "Weren't you at Mrs. Yang's birthday party? Why are you back so early?"

"Su Jian's condition is fluctuating, and there's no effective cure for the virus. Do you think that only that young doctor Zhou could give it a try? Have you found him?"

Upon hearing the words "Dr. Zhou," the adopted daughter felt a chill run down her spine.

He immediately replied with a sour expression, "Dad, I did see the person, but his medical skills are very average, not as good as those of doctors in public hospitals."

"It's all been hyped up. Mrs. Yang's illness wasn't his doing. It's probably just some family trying to secure a future for their descendants, so they exaggerated it so much."