"The problem... at the Old Mansion?" Sun Nanjue asked, looking bewildered, "Exactly what is the problem?"
"The problem lies in what's different between me and you," Ye Shu analyzed, "Since we all ate the pastries together, yet you all are fine while I'm not, that means the pastries aren't the issue. Do you remember when we left the Old Mansion that night, Dahuang was rummaging through the garbage cans at the door, and Xiao Kai shouted, then Dahuang toppled over a garbage bag and a few glass medicine bottles rolled out?"
An Zhe pondered, then said, "Indeed, that did happen, and you even asked the bodyguard at the time if anyone had a cold or fever recently..."
Ye Shu said, "Yes, the reason I asked that was because those bottles were for holding antibiotic anti-inflammatory medicine!"
Sun Nanjue nodded, but still struggled to unravel the question, "Little Shushu, even if those were antibiotic bottles, how could such a large bottle of medicine affect you?"
