Xia Meng walked over and sat on a wooden chair placed in front of the red curtain.

The frame of the wooden bed was large, but the carvings were very delicate, with subtle patterns meticulously painted on it. The expressions of the figures seemed to come alive.

An outstretched hand rested palm up, the wrist placed on a piece of jade lotus root wrapped in silk. Two mandarin ducks playing in the water were embroidered on the silk with gold, silver, and colored threads.

The wrist was pale and slender, the fingers long and delicate, and the well-maintained nails were immaculate. Faint blue blood vessels were visible on the wrist. It was a very beautiful hand.

Xia Meng slowly took a breath. In her eyes, such a hand should belong to a woman.

She raised her head and stared at the figure behind the curtain. Although extremely close, the falling curtain was like a barrier, blocking her prying gaze.

Lifting the curtain would reveal everything, but she ultimately didn't dare.

Mimicking the movements of ancient doctors taking a pulse, she placed her fingers on the wrist of the hand. The touch was slightly cool, but part of that was probably due to her nervousness.

A weak pulse transmitted through her fingertips, giving her some comfort.

"Young Master Huang," she asked in a calm voice, "your pulse is rather weak. Have you not been resting well lately?"

After a moment—

"Watching her build high towers, good things often go amiss, so many beauties, wrongly matched with mandarin duck couples. Marriage is arranged in fate, hard to force, how many blissful affections last forever?"

A voice singing in the style of Peking Opera rang out. Almost immediately, Xia Meng confirmed that this voice was the same opera singing she had heard from the lake last night, because it was equally mournful and resentful, equally... bizarre.

If Young Master Huang really was insane, as Steward Zhou had said, then not answering the question would be normal. In any case, this mission wasn't really about using medical skills to cure him.

Even if they could cure him, they could only cure his mental illness.

Steadying her mind, Xia Meng continued to ask, "Young Master Huang, do you still have the prescription we prescribed for you last time?"

"How many luanhuang birds are rewarded with luanhuang mates? How many purple swallows and orioles mistakenly call for waves? Meeting by chance, life's blessings and wisdom are always doubly cultivated. Asking the heavens, a moment of romance, fearing there's no share, yet hard to bear."

Now Xia Meng understood why everyone who came down had a blank look on their face. No matter what they asked, the other party only responded with opera lyrics, and they couldn't get any useful information at all.

Although she couldn't identify the source of these lyrics, she could still understand some of the general meaning. They were nothing more than stories of men and women parting in life and death.

It seemed this Young Master Huang was quite the sentimentalist.

After thinking for a while, she quickly stood up and said to the motionless figure of Young Master Huang, "Young Master Huang, please rest well. I'll take my leave first."

As she walked quickly to the stairs, the singing started again behind her, this time even more mournful, "If only we could be of one heart, die in the same tomb, live in the same house, then we'd be like intertwined branches sharing a grave, even sharing a grave would make my heart happy..."

Xia Meng immediately quickened her pace, almost fleeing. She keenly felt that the lyrics had reached a climax, and more importantly... the emotions of the singer had changed.

From mournful and resentful... gradually becoming hysterical.

It wasn't until she had completely left that the oppressive feeling that had enveloped her heart disappeared. Young Master Huang's singing seemed to have a strange magic, each sentence like a stone piled on her heart.

Making people feel very uncomfortable.

It seemed that things were more complicated than she thought. The opera costume might just be a gimmick. It only determined the order. What was truly deadly were these lyrics.

Perhaps... perhaps when this opera reached its climax, then the player standing in front of Young Master Huang would be in danger.

It was also unknown whether Young Master Huang would turn into a ghost.

And judging from the situation just now, the situation was not optimistic. Young Master Huang could go berserk at any time, and the next person... Walking down the stairs, she raised her head, and a figure in a white opera costume swayed over.

It was Jiang Cheng...

"Ahem." As he passed Xia Meng, he even hummed softly.

"He can't die now," Xia Meng thought in her heart, clenching her fists secretly. "Although this person's character is terrible and he's shameless, his skills and mind are quite good. For this instance, she had prepared three trump cards, and Jiang Cheng was one of them."

"It would be perfect if he could die together with the people from Deep Red," Xia Meng stared at his back as he disappeared at the end of the stairs.

But just as Xia Meng was about to turn around and leave, footsteps sounded again, and they were very brisk. After a moment, Jiang Cheng "thump thump thump" ran down the stairs.

Less than 10 seconds from start to finish.

"How could you..." Xia Meng's eyes widened slightly.

The others looked at Jiang Cheng as if they had seen a ghost.

"Young Master Huang said the next one," Jiang Cheng shouted, then slipped back into the crowd in a puff of smoke, without even introducing himself.

"Mr. Hao," An Xuan looked at Jiang Cheng, his face unusually pale, and his tone was the same, as cold as if he had changed into a different person, "Have you... forgotten something?"

"Hao Shuai," Jiang Cheng poked his head out from behind, "My name is Hao Shuai, I'm a model, currently working the night shift at a ktv..."

"Okay, okay," An Xuan waved his hand, "That's enough."

Now everyone's eyes looking at Jiang Cheng became relieved. He couldn't be a ghost. No ghost would talk like that. If there really was one, they would accept their fate even if they died.

The next person after Jiang Cheng was Qin Jian. Perhaps because of his clothes, he was particularly unconfident in himself, and he almost fell when he walked up the stairs.

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes, staring at Qin Jian's back, something flashing in his eyes.

The Fatty seemed to have noticed something. He first looked at Qin Jian, then turned his head and pretended to casually glance at the doctor, and a special feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

About a few minutes later, Qin Jian walked down tremblingly.

But after going downstairs, he still managed to squeeze out a smile. After answering the identity question, he immediately walked back into the crowd.

He seemed particularly afraid of being alone.

And the next person after Qin Jian was Chen Qiang.

It could be seen that Chen Qiang was relatively nervous. One of his hands was pinching the hem of his white shirt, even pulling the clothes out of shape, but his face was very firm.

As if he were a soldier about to go to the battlefield in the next moment.

Under everyone's gaze, he slowly exhaled, then walked out of the crowd and towards the stairs.

"The young master is tired. Gentlemen, doctors, let's call it a day." The middle-aged woman who had been silent for a long time suddenly said.

Chen Qiang's body suddenly stopped, and then actually trembled slightly. The Fatty saw it in his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief for this young man.

On the way back, the middle-aged woman led the way far ahead, giving the others a chance to gather together and discuss what had just happened.

"That young master is too weird," Shi Liaozhi muttered softly as he walked, "He's lying there like he doesn't have any bones. I don't understand a single word of what he's singing, and I don't dare to listen, but the tune is exactly the same as last night!"

"But fortunately, we can confirm that the young master is a human," he comforted himself, "Being a human is better than anything else."

"Lying there?" Xia Meng suddenly turned her head, "Wasn't he sitting?"