Chairman Wang might not have known about the chronic poison, but he knew his condition well.
He was a dying man now, with or without the medicine.
Huo Yao was unsurprised when she heard what Chairman Wang said. A normal physician might have trouble diagnosing his condition, but the chairman ought to know it fully well. She said, "Let me check your pulse."
"Sure." Chairman Wang did not turn down Huo Yao's kind intentions and placed his hand on the bedside table.
"Chairman Wang, if there is anything I can do for you, I'm happy to help," said Min Yu. He was waiting by the side as Huo Yao took Chairman Wang's pulse.
Chairman Wang looked at Min Yu. He pondered briefly before he said candidly, "I was hoping Young Master Min could help me with something. I'm worried that He Shu will be in a difficult position after I die. If anything bad happens to him, can you help him?"
