Yong Ye's hands trembled as he poured a few pills from the small porcelain bottle and quickly placed them in the hands of the man in white.
"Master, you could have simply instructed me to handle such a trivial matter. Why rush here in such a hurry!"
Usually, the master only needed to take one pill.
But today is the tenth, coinciding with the time the master's illness flares up, and he refuses to stop for even a moment.
Half a month ago, the master woke up from a night's sleep to find his black hair had turned silver.
Yong Ye was nearly scared to death!
He couldn't understand how the master's hair turned white just from sleeping.
It must be a side effect of the poison!
Yong Ye feared others would discover the master's abnormality and dreaded those with ill intentions would realize the master was severely ill.
He considered finding some black bean paste to dye the master's white hair back to black.
