CHAPTER 938: CHAPTER 938: I DON’T NEED A WAY OUT, AND NEITHER CAN YOU

Equivalent exchange?

Yin Mo looked suspiciously at the man above, eyes wary, "What do you want?"

He Chen curved his lips wickedly, reaching out to pat her cheek, "Think for yourself."

...

In the pavilion of the courtyard, Li Qiao and Shang Yu were drinking tea after breakfast.

At this moment, Wei Ang entered with Luoyu.

"Boss, Madam."

Luoyu was carrying a small silver-white medicine chest, not large, but very delicate.

Shang Yu sat upright beside Li Qiao, eyeing the medicine chest, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Luoyu tightened her fingers, then walked over to Li Qiao, handing her the small chest, "Madam, what you asked for."

Li Qiao motioned for her to put it on the table, and after sending a message, she looked up, "Did you bring everything from the drawer?"

Luoyu nodded, "Yes, all the medicines from the third tier are here."

Li Qiao opened the chest, shuffled through the seven or eight small white bottles inside, and said with a slight smile, "Get me a cup of warm water."

Wei Ang complied accordingly.

As for Luoyu, she stepped back a few paces, standing in a corner of the pavilion, her gaze steady.

Li Qiao took out a bottle of medicine, unscrewed the cap, sniffed, and then handed two pills to Shang Yu.

The man gazed at her, his eyes deep as the sea, taking the pills just as Wei Ang returned with the water.

Li Qiao lifted her chin slightly, "Why aren’t you taking them?"

Upon hearing this, Shang Yu smoothly brought the pills to his lips.

Li Qiao watched him intently, speaking softly, "These are experimental drugs, they’ve passed clinical trials with almost no side effects."

The man pursed his lips, casting a distant glance at Luoyu and Wei Ang, who immediately understood and exited the pavilion.

Meanwhile, on the second-floor balcony of the main building, Shang Zonghai stood with his hands behind his back at the railing, eyelids lowered, expression somewhat profound.

Soon, Wei Ang came up behind him, truthfully reporting the situation in the pavilion.

Shang Zonghai rubbed the Buddha beads, his voice steady and profound, "Did he take them?"

Wei Ang nodded, "The Eldest Young Master took them without asking anything."

Shang Zonghai’s brows relaxed, he looked into the distance with a long sigh, "Tell Old Xiao to take two Calming Pills from the pharmacy’s safe and send them over as soon as possible."

Wei Ang’s gaze flickered, "The golden Calming Pills that are the treasure of the pharmacy?"

"Yes." Shang Zonghai’s eyes were deep with a stern shimmer, "Bring them and give them to the girl."

Wei Ang was aghast; it was said that only four golden Calming Pills were left in Shang’s Pharmacy’s safe.

They were a lifesaving remedy passed down through generations, more precious and rare than the pills that saved Yun Lih last time.

...

In the pavilion, Shang Yu took Li Qiao’s hand and gently kneaded it, "This illness..."

Before the words were spoken, the man fell silent again.

Discussing his mental illness openly was perhaps still somewhat difficult.

Li Qiao curled her fingertips, holding Shang Yu’s palm, soothingly speaking unhurriedly, "These medicines were all chosen by me, gentler in effect than Clonazepam. No matter the result, it’s worth trying."

Shang Yu rolled his adam’s apple, a wave of emotion fleeting in his eyes, and after a long moment, he responded softly, "Alright, let’s give it a shot."

Li Qiao watched the man’s expression without blinking, her gaze tenderly offering comfort, "Since you have to follow my lead, entrust yourself to me, I can bear any consequences."

In a moment, Shang Yu turned his head slightly, his grip tightening on her fingertips, his voice hoarse, "Any consequences?"

"Yes." Li Qiao raised her eyebrows gleefully, a bold and spirited expression on her face, "I told you, I don’t need a way out, so you can’t retreat either."