It was already late at night.
Even bustling Chinatown had quieted down at this hour; pedestrians on the streets had thinned out, and London's so-called sleepless city had finally reached a rare moment of tranquility.
Lin Fan drove his car and returned to Chinatown.
Just as he arrived at Master Ye's traditional medicine shop, he saw two black cars parked at the entrance, with two men in suits guarding the door, one on each side.
Lin Fan frowned, what had happened?
Inside the medicine shop, Master Xiao Ye was attending to two people, a young white woman and a well-dressed middle-aged white man, exuding an air of an old-school British gentleman with every gesture.
"Doctor, do you remember me?" the young white woman said.
Master Xiao Ye replied, "I do. Is there anything wrong? Has your family member's condition changed?"
