The Old Master Xiahou was a straightforward person, and he directly voiced his doubts: "Young guest, are you really from the Medicine Farmer Star?"
Under the mask, Xu Xingguang slightly curled her lips. Instead of proving her identity immediately, she said, "Sir, let's talk in another place."
The Old Master Xiahou hesitated slightly, then took Xu Xingguang to a small room inside the tea room.
Talking here, the Friendship Hall next door couldn't hear a thing.
"Young guest, please sit." The Old Master Xiahou personally poured tea for Xu Xingguang.
Xu Xingguang thanked him. Holding the teacup, she spoke calmly before the old man could start, "When the young master falls ill, it's usually between ten at night and two in the morning. The pain initially lasts about four hours, moving rapidly from the feet to the head, where it becomes most intense."
