Lu Tong did not stand on ceremony and took the bamboo tube to taste a sip. The pulp was icy cold and slightly sweet, carrying a faint scent of lotus. After a little drink, he felt his lips and teeth were imbued with the fragrance of flowers.
"How is it?"
"Not bad," Lu Tong glanced over his shoulder.
"Qingfeng is guarding outside," Pei Yunmeng said with a lift of his lips, "no need to worry."
The security at the Medical Officer Institute was practically decorative. If the Palace Front Office ever wanted to cause trouble, it's likely that all the bodies in the Medical Officer Institute would be cold before anyone would discover it.
Thinking such thoughts to himself, Lu Tong turned away, "Come in and talk."
He was startled.
"What's wrong?"
Pei Yunmeng replied, "The door's locked, how can I get in?"
