Huo Yao rubbed the corner of her top as she raised her brow and said profoundly, “Tell me what?”

Song Ning smiled sheepishly. “What else could he say? I thought he might mention something about your eldest uncle.” She covered her mouth and cleared her throat awkwardly. She took out her phone again and said, “Let me call your father first.”

Huo Yao could tell that her mother did not want to go on with the conversation, so she veered her eyes without probing.

Huo Yao’s phone chimed in her pocket. She took it out and saw a voice message from Chairman Wang. She put on her earphones.

Chairman Wang wanted to know about the patient’s condition.

Chairman Wang did not know about Old Master Song and Huo Yao’s relationship. He simply found the patient’s condition intriguing and wanted to find out whether it was treatable.

This was the only reason he remembered this patient and found time to check on his condition.

Huo Yao composed a text mildly: [There is no cure.]

Chairman Wang was a little surprised to see her reply. Then again, it was completely normal. Considering the patient’s test results, it was impossible to save him.

Chairman Wang contemplated and replied: [Well, everyone has to die one day. Since there is no hope for the patient, just forget about it. I will talk to Fu Cheng about it.]

Huo Yao replied: [Okay.]

Chairman Wang said: [When I come back from City Huai, let’s grab a meal together.]

Huo Yao raised her brow.

After Chairman Wang had sent the message, he looked at the luxuriant mi orchid sitting on the stone terrace. He took a picture and sent it to Huo Yao: [Check this out.]

It was already in the evening and the lighting was bad, so the picture was a little blurry. However, Huo Yao recognized the herb right away and replied in astonishment: [That’s mi orchid!]

She recalled that it was hard to cultivate this herb.

The market price of the mi orchid went for five digits per gram. It was excellent for eliminating bad side effects in prescriptions and was highly sought after in the Chinese medical trade.

[Uh huh. It’s mi orchid.] Chairman Wang briefly told Huo Yao that he had hired a Chinese herb farming expert for the Apothecaries’ Association. [What do you think? It’s pretty good to be a member of the Apothecaries’ Association, right?]

Huo Yao rubbed her brow. She was wondering why the man would send her pictures. She promptly replied: [Uh huh. Why would anyone want to leave the association, right?]

Chairman Wang’s lips twitched.

Mi Wei walked into the yard with another sapling. Chairman Wang stopped texting Huo Yao. He walked up to him and looked at the unknown plant before he asked. “Mr. Mi, what is this herb?”

Its leaves resembled bamboo leaves and its stem was green and translucent. There were a few tightly closed leaves looking like flower buds.

Chairman Wang had seen a lot of Chinese herbs previously, but he had never seen this plant before.

Mi Wei placed it on the stone terrace. He told Chairman Wang to give him a minute and strode back to the wooden house with his worn-out shirt fluttering behind him.

Chairman Wang did not take it to heart. After interacting with Mi Wei during the past couple of days, he knew that Mi Wei was a private man.

He paused briefly, but he could not contain his curiosity. He took a picture, sent it to Huo Yao, and asked: [What about this? Do you know what it is?]

Huo Yao was about to put down the phone. When she saw Chairman Wang’s message, she tapped on it. The moment she saw the picture, she wanted to recall her previous message.