Bai Zhi was stunned, staring intently at Ou Zihan's face. He actually said it wasn't salty? It was practically pickled vegetables and he still said it wasn't salty? Due to her habitual thinking as a doctor, her heart sank suddenly. Thinking of his vomiting blood, could it be that Zihan's sense of taste had changed?

Thinking about it this way, her heart clenched even more, and she became restless. What exactly was wrong with Zihan? She was so anxious that she wanted to cry.

Ou Zihan fell silent for a moment. He suddenly remembered what Tang Yu had said after giving him the poison: "This poison will slowly make you lose your sense of taste, hearing, and sight, causing you excruciating pain and torturing you to death."

Had he lost his sense of taste? A shadow of sadness flashed across his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. To avoid giving Bai Zhi any indication, he had to leave quickly.

He instructed Steward Zhao to prepare the meal again, "Xiao Zhi, I still have some work to do. Steward Zhao, please bring the dishes up in a bit, and you can have some more." His voice was gentle, and a smile graced his handsome face.

"Zihan, eat something else before you go to work. I see you haven't eaten much. Your health is important." Bai Zhi said worriedly. He's in this state, and he's not even eating properly, still thinking about work. She frowned.

"I'm full. You just need to take care of Lele." Ou Zihan pinched her fair face with his large hand, the corners of his lips curving beautifully. After saying that, he walked towards the study.

Looking at his tall, slender back, which seemed increasingly lonely and desolate, it was as if he was carrying too much, making his figure thin and frail, as if he was about to collapse.

She was extremely upset.

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