Yang Qing had fallen ill again.
This time, the illness struck with such ferocity that before Jiang Zhizhou and Bu Er could gather their wits, Yang Qing had already lost consciousness.
Only then did Jiang Zhizhou remember that ever since the Chen Jingyu case began, Yang Qing had never mentioned his medication or his health.
Over the past several days, he and Bu Er had been preoccupied with the progress of the case, neglecting this side of things.
"The young master has run out of medicine."
Bu Er searched Yang Qing's room from end to end without finding so much as a medicine bottle. His face went pale with worry.
Normally, Yang Qing always kept some medicine close at hand for emergencies. Who could have known when it had run out?
Jiang Zhizhou rose and strode outside, telling Bu Er as he went, "Bu Er, stay with him. I'll go fetch the old physician."
Bu Er nodded repeatedly. "Young Master Jiang, take care on the road."
Years of illness had made Yang Qing something of a physician himself. Even Bu Er knew that an ordinary doctor could not treat his condition.
The safest course was therefore to have Jiang Zhizhou bring back the old physician who had treated him before.
What neither he nor Jiang Zhizhou expected was that, just as Jiang Zhizhou stepped through the gates of the Rare Treasures Pavilion, a travel-worn figure approached.
Jiang Zhizhou took a closer look and was overjoyed.
"Old Doctor!"
He hurried forward and bowed to the newcomer.
It was none other than the old physician who had saved Yang Qing when his life hung in the balance.
The old man merely waved a hand at Jiang Zhizhou. "Dispense with the formalities. I came only because I don't want someone I personally saved