Chapter 75 Yin Shiwei
The Rose Courtyard was an imitation of an ancient building, very similar to the Chinese courtyards Mu Jiao had seen in her previous life. Two stone statues stood at the entrance, and a wooden plaque with the words "Rose Courtyard" written in interstellar script.
Following Yin Jiuyuan's footsteps into the courtyard, a warm fragrance washed over them. The courtyard was paved with stone bricks, spacious and bright. The furnishings throughout the courtyard were exquisite and luxurious. Even more remarkable, the flowers and plants were in full bloom, giving off a strong sense of spring. Mu Jiao's chill from outside was instantly swept away here.
Yin Jiuyuan didn't bother to excuse himself from the attendants' greetings. He quickly opened the door of the main room and strode in. Seeing this, Mu Jiao also hurriedly followed him.
"Ah, it hurts so much, let me go, let me go..." As soon as she entered the room, Mu Jiao heard the woman's cry coming from the room. Her face turned pale immediately, and she could tell from the sound how painful the woman was at the moment!
"Jiuyuan, you're finally here..." Liao Shitang had been waiting in the courtyard, but couldn't help himself and went into the room. If Yin Shiwei hadn't refused to allow him and Yin Jiuyuan to visit her since she fell ill, he would have gone in. Now he was extremely anxious, but he could only stare at the hollow wooden door and dared not step in.
"Well, how is Shiwei's condition? Have you found the reason for the early onset of the disease this time?" Yin Jiuyuan asked coldly.
"Therapist Li has been in for a while, but Shiwei's illness hasn't been suppressed yet. As for the cause of the premature onset, no one knows yet. I think it might be... it might be... Shiwei has been ill for two years..."
It wasn't hard to understand what Liao Shitang meant. It had been two years. Genetic collapse syndrome patients already had a short lifespan. As time went on, the onset of the disease became more frequent, more irregular, and more painful...
Yin Jiuyuan's expression grew increasingly grim as he listened to Liao Sitang's words. Yin Shiwei was his only blood relative. Although they were not born of the same mother, they had grown up together. Moreover, the Yin family now only had the two of them left...
As soon as Liao Shitang finished speaking, the woman's screams gradually became quieter until they could no longer be heard...
Two hollow doors opened, and a middle-aged man in white clothes walked out.
"Li Jitu, how is Shiwei?" As soon as the middle-aged man walked out of the room, Liao Shitang hurried forward and asked.
"You little brat, you don't know how to respect your elders. Is that the right thing for you to call me Li Jitu?" The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead, bowed slightly to Yin Jiuyuan, and said, "The illness has been suppressed for the time being, but in the current situation, it could break through at any time. This must be the legendary Bichon, right?!"
The middle-aged man stared at Mengmeng in Yin Jiuyuan's hand with shining eyes.
"Oh, oh, oh..." Mengmeng, who was pretending to be dead, felt a burning gaze and couldn't help but cry out again, and Mu Jiao's heart tightened.
"Chief, I'll personally draw blood from the Bichon!" the middle-aged man said, his eyes piercing Mengmeng. Li Jitu was a senior light therapist who had also been researching genetic collapse disorder for many years. The Li family had been loyal to the Yin family for generations. As a senior light therapist, Li Jitu was highly respected among the orcs, having saved many orcs, including Yin Jiuyuan's mother, who had been their caregiver. He had watched Yin Jiuyuan and his family grow up, and therefore always enjoyed Yin Jiuyuan's trust and respect.
When he heard Liao Shitang say a few days ago that they had caught a Bichon Frise, he couldn't wait to study it, but unfortunately he had urgent matters to deal with, so he didn't have the chance to see it until today.
Li Jitu looked like a middle-aged man, but he was actually 238 years old. When he was young, he had the good fortune to see a full-grown Bichon Frise in a dangerous place. Many years later, in his old age, he unexpectedly saw a Bichon Frise again. Although it was a cub, with its white body and green hooves, he recognized it immediately; it was a Bichon Frise.
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