Nathan Bolton rushed back to the private estate before the live stream of the variety show.
He prepared a game of chess and quietly waited for Lorraine Hughes to come and brew medicine.
By nightfall, the only person who showed up was Thomas Lucas, who refused to leave without hearing any gossip.
"Nathan, there's a package for you! Should I open it for you?"
"Huh? Another bottle of medicine, and a strange pot? Oh... here's a manual, a specialized pot for brewing traditional medicine?"
Nathan Bolton said nothing and turned to go upstairs.
"Nathan? You don't want the pot?"
...
Lorraine Hughes finished the live stream and checked her phone.
[The jerks tried pulling some strings to get out, but they were all denied. Did you make a move?]
Lorraine Hughes replied [Wasn't it you who made a move?]
[Not me.]
[It wasn't me either.] After replying, Lorraine Hughes thought of someone.
[Could it be your patient? The one who got you the surveillance video first?]
