Bai Jiamu felt like he was dreaming lately. First, his father was hospitalized due to an overdose of Polygonum multiflorum and almost lost his life. Fortunately, he was rushed to the hospital and saved. But what happened next was so unbelievable...
"Jiamu——"
Bai Jiamu heard his mother's voice, put away his phone, and said, "I'm pouring water, Mom."
"Jiamu, you've been working hard lately." Accompanying Bai's mother was his Uncle He, who was his father's comrade-in-arms and good friend.
"Uncle He, you've come too."
"Is Lao Bai feeling any better?" He Jinzhang asked with concern.
"The doctor said the recovery is going very well, but the liver needs to be healed slowly."
"Yes, yes, don't rush, let it heal slowly."
As they talked, they walked toward Bai Jianfeng's ward.
Bai Jianfeng's mental state in the ward had improved considerably. Apart from his hair, which was still the same as before, he looked quite good, and his complexion was much better.
Bai Jiamu subconsciously touched his coat pocket, wanting to check the time, but instead touched a cloth bag, or more accurately, a brocade pouch. The uncle at the pharmacy gave it to him, saying it was left by the person who took his father to the hospital, and that... it was for treating hair loss.
Treating hair loss, it's always treating hair loss!
To put it bluntly, Bai Jiamu didn't believe in these so-called cures for hair loss. So far, neither traditional Chinese medicine nor Western medicine has achieved any results in curing hair loss. But his disbelief didn't work; his father wanted to get it treated.
Therefore, he decided to call Mr. Xu, who left the brocade pouch. When Mr. Xu answered the phone and talked about this topic, he was quite reasonable and well-founded. Unfortunately, he was not a professional and only understood half of what he heard. However, one thing Mr. Xu said made Bai Jiamu feel a little comforted: he had examined Bai Jianfeng's hair condition before prescribing the medicine. There were seven pills in the pouch, one a week, and the hair would show visible results in about two months.
Yes, there's no hype about miracle drugs.
Bai Jiamu recalled how his father had been kept alive by the other party just to get to the hospital, which further increased his trust in them. Besides, the other party hadn't even taken any money, so why bother treating a stranger like that?
Thinking of this, Bai Jiamu decided to put the brocade pouch away for now and talk about it again when his father's condition improved.
On the other end, after hanging up the phone, Xu Qian found Meng Ziqiu staring blankly at him, not even bothering to drive. "Is there something on my face?"
Meng Ziqiu shook his head.
"Then why are you looking at me?"
"Really? It can grow back in two months...? I forgot to ask him to take a picture..." Meng Ziqiu had obviously overheard Xu Qian's conversation on the other end of the phone, but his friend hadn't seen the hair in person. Could this really work...?
Xu Qian understood his subtext and patiently explained, "There are only a few reasons for hair loss. You said that the other person started losing hair rapidly after starting work, due to stress or an imbalance in their body structure. So your friend and the person at the hospital are in the same situation."
“…Oh.” Meng Ziqiu seemed to understand, but also seemed not to.
"Drive, drive, let's go back and catch up on some sleep." Xu Qian didn't explain anymore. All he wanted to do now was go back, take a shower, and sleep. Although he didn't feel physically tired, he was mentally exhausted! Wouldn't it be better to go back and get some sleep?
Meng Ziqiu said "Oh," then remembered something, "By the way, brother, why don't you skip going to school? It'll be safe with Xiaoqing there." He had also heard Editor Wen's invitation today, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized that he had already been very shameless in arranging for Xu Qian to go to school before, so how could he delay his work now?
"We'll see." Xu Qian had considered this issue before, but one reason he didn't let Xiao Qing follow directly and instead went himself was that he wasn't sure how the inscription on Meng Liangchen's arm was revealed. Right now... everything seemed calm, but he had a bad feeling.
...
Xu Qian went to school on Monday morning. He went straight to the classroom without even going back to the dormitory. As soon as he approached his desk, he saw a 'thick' stack of test papers. How many test papers from different places had he collected?!
The school rearranges seats every week, and Meng Liangchen, who used to sit in the front row, has been moved to the seat behind him. "Brother, we have a quiz later, it's English, don't panic!"
"..." Xu Qian's eye twitched. Well, thank you!
In short, life at school was relatively peaceful, with no signs of trouble yet, until Thursday afternoon when Xu Qian received a WeChat voice message from Meng Ziqiu, along with a photo.
Meng Ziqiu:
(Bro, bro, I almost got tied up—)
Upon closer inspection, Xu Qian realized that the people tied up were not Meng Ziqiu, but two strange men with their hands bound and heads bowed, as if they had fainted. It was clearly Xiao Qing's doing.
"W-what's wrong?" Meng Liangchen stammered, flustered.
Xu Qian stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then said to Meng Liangchen, "You come back with me this afternoon to ask the teacher for leave."
“Okay.” Meng Liangchen immediately nodded in agreement.
As senior high school students, and both of them were excellent students in both character and academics, it was incredibly easy for Meng Liangchen to get a leave slip. However, before leaving, both of them received a lot of patient instruction from their homeroom teacher. They nodded and agreed before taking the leave slips and leaving the school.
When the two returned to the apartment by taxi, they opened the door to find the two unconscious people lying on the floor, still in the same pose as when they took the photos.
Xu Qian turned his gaze to Meng Ziqiu, who was petting a snake. Meng Ziqiu seemed to be alright, but Xu Qian still asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
Meng Ziqiu sniffed and shook his head. "I'm fine, I was just startled." He was startled, wasn't he? He was almost hit with a stick as soon as he got to his doorstep. If Xiaoqing hadn't been alert and bit those two people first, he would probably be unconscious right now.
Xu Qian remembered that he still had some Mind-Regulating Pills on his Qi Pure ship. Once the other party took them, he could ask three questions, and the other party's answers would definitely be the truth. The only question was... whether they would expire... Oh well, he'd just have to try and see.
"I'm going to find something." After saying that, Xu Qian went back to his bedroom to change his vest and get the props.
A few minutes later, Xu Qian came out again, wearing a multi-colored vest.
He first fed one of them a calming pill, which dispelled the debuff above the person's head. After a while, the person woke up.
"Who sent you?" he asked the first question.
"Third Master Hua".
"Why was Meng Ziqiu arrested?" This is the second question.
The other person shook their head. "I don't know."
Xu Qian clicked his tongue, feeling cheated, and then asked a third question, "Where is Master Hua now?"
"Huaqi Hotel 304".
Meng Ziqiu added, "Huaqi Hotel is in Weicheng, not far from here."
"You guys stay home, I'll go meet him." Xu Qian cut them off before they could say anything, "I can manage on my own, you'd only be a burden if you came along."
"……All right."
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