“Hmm.” Shen Xiao nodded. “The reason I haven’t told you about this before is because I’m a bit vain. No doctor wants to admit that they can’t cure others.”
"Secondly... that old man wouldn't let me say. He only gave me the medicine and told me how to use it and the dosage, but he didn't mention anything else, and he wouldn't let me mention it to you either."
Huo Zhixing narrowed his eyes, his mind filled with doubts.
"Uncle..." He had a strange feeling in his heart, "How old are you, sir?"
"He was probably in his seventies," Shen Xiao recalled. "His hair was all white."
Huo Zhixing paused for a moment, then let out a soft scoff.
How could I have imagined it was that person? I must be crazy!
Yin Ruohong is in his prime, around fifty years old, how could he be an old man with gray hair?
Moreover, that person was Huo Zhanhe's accomplice!
“Zhixing,” Shen Xiao looked at him sincerely, “I’m so sorry, I… I don’t have this kind of medicine. And this medicine doesn’t seem to be available on the market. It has a strange fragrance as soon as you open it, like… like the smell of herbs!”
Huo Zhixing frowned, as if he had entered a maze and could not find a way out.
...
In a private club at the foot of Minghuang Mountain, Huo Zhanhe had just finished soaking in the hot spring and was sitting on a recliner wrapped in a bathrobe.
The Da Hong Pao tea in front of me has been brewed into an amber-colored tea soup, which looks very nice when poured into a glass.
He admired and savored the work, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
“President Yin,” Huo Zhanhe looked to the side, “this kind of tea is not available in Southeast Asia. Since you’re here, you must try it!”
Yin Ruohong glanced at it calmly, his cold face devoid of any expression.
"President Yin, don't be so serious!" Huo Zhanhe smiled, his eyes narrowing, and gestured for his subordinates to bring over the tea. "Since you've come all the way to Yangcheng, I must show you the utmost hospitality!"
"Okay, after we finish our tea, we'll go eat, and then I'll show you around and we'll go..."
“Huo Zhanhe,” Yin Ruohong said coldly.
"I have important business to attend to in Yangcheng this time, and I don't have much time to chat with you. If you didn't call me here today, then I'll take my leave now!"
"Hey, Chairman Yin..."
Huo Zhanhe's eyes lit up. Wasn't this old guy tired of Southeast Asia and came to the central city to relax? What serious business could he possibly have besides having fun!
"President Yin, don't be anxious!" Huo Zhanhe's eyes crinkled with laughter. "No matter what, we're partners! Heh, didn't we coordinate perfectly during that plane crash?"
"What did you say?"
Upon hearing this, Yin Ruohong felt a surge of anger rising in her chest, and she almost overturned the table.
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