"Good night, Feng Haijun. Going out to buy dinner?" She frowned, feeling a bit disgruntled. "It's so late. You guys haven't had dinner yet?"
"I have." Feng Haijun scratched his head and smiled bitterly. "But my master..."
"What's wrong with Yu Jingzhi?"
The man pursed his lips and spoke in a quiet voice. "My master isn't well."
"What?" She leaned forward and inquired with concern. "What's wrong? Does his illness act up again? What about the medicinal herbs I gave you? You boiled it for him, right?"
"Of course!" Feng Haijun stomped his foot around in frustration. "But what can I do if my master doesn't want to drink it?"
"He doesn't want to drink the medicine?"
"Not only that, he doesn't even want to eat." Sighing in defeat, Feng Haijun gave her pleading look. "My master hasn't had a sip of drink since the morning. I apologize for my presumptuousness, but Miss Ouyang, do you think…you can go and see him for a while?"
