Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want Chapter 205: How Long Can I Last

Chapter 205: How Long Can I Last

Fu Tingyan thought for a few seconds, then he walked out with his phone.

Jiang Yu watched as Fu Tingyan left the classroom, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes. Was it necessary to go outside and search it up?

There was no one in the hall.

Fu Tingyan stood in front of the fence. The call was connected, but he didn’t know what to say.

Fu Tingyu, who was sitting at his desk, noticed that his brother was silent. He asked in a low voice, “You called me. But why are you quiet?”

“I…I’m fine,” Fu Tingyan stammered.

Fu Tingyu noticed his brother’s hesitation. He guessed, “Did something happen? Or did you get into trouble?”

“No, I just have a question. I didn’t think it through. It’s fine now. Sorry to bother you, brother.”

He hung up and returned to the classroom.

Fu Tingyu didn’t know what to make of the call.

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In the afternoon

Qin Shu found out after asking around that none of the teachers from the neighboring high school asked for a leave.

That means the young professor was not a teacher.

He couldn’t be a student, right?

Can any student be that smart?

A student with the title of a professor online?

Qin Shu looked at the laptop screen. Her curiosity made her really want to hack into the young professor’s computer to see who he is.

But her rational side was telling her to calm down.

She shouldn’t hack into her teacher’s computer.

She liked the way he teaches. The content of his lessons was also informative. He might have been cold and quiet, but he was a good person.

Qin Shu sighed and closed her laptop. Holding it in her arms, she decided to suppress her curiosity.

Then she walked back to her classroom.

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Fu Tingyu was taking care of some business at the company when he suddenly received a phone call from Gu Yan.

“Come to my villa. I have something to tell you.”

Fu Tingyu hung up the phone and was on his way to Gu Yan’s villa. Shi Yan drove.

20 minutes later

Fu Tingyu sat with his back straight on the sofa, his long legs crossed. He looked at Gu Yan, who sat across from him, with his dark eyes. “What’s the thing you want to tell me?”

Gu Yan picked up the clay teapot in front of him and poured Fu Tingyu a cup of freshly brewed tea. Then, he poured himself a cup and put down the clay teapot. He said, “I’ve been running around in the past few days, but I haven’t been able to find that medicinal herb. I don’t dare to replace it with something else because the risk factor is too high.”

After Gu Yan finished speaking, he picked up the teacup and brought it to his mouth to take a sip.

Fu Tingyu froze when he heard that. Then he looked down at the teacup in front of him and stretched out his hand. He brought the teacup to his mouth and took a sip. After a moment of silence, he asked, “What kind of risk will there be?”

Gu Yan put down the teacup in his hand and said, “The medicine from before was too mild and didn’t have much effect. I’ve only found two types of replacement medicinal herbs. The risk factors for the two types are slightly different. When using the first type, if there’s even a slight deviation, blood flow may be disrupted and cause paralysis. The second type, if not handled with care, might… speed up the poisoning process. The consequences would be unimaginable.”

Gu Yan hoped that he had gotten his point across. The medicinal properties of the two replacements may be strong, but if the patient could fight it off, then the poisoning would be healed.

At the same time, it’s because of how strong the medicinal properties of the herbs were that the risk factor was so high.

Fu Tingyu clenched the teacup in his hand, his dark eyes were as deep as the night. He didn’t dare to take these two risks lightly.

If he was paralyzed and died, what would happen to his Bao’er?

He suddenly looked up at Gu Yan. “What if we don’t treat it? How long can I last?”

Gu Yan was shocked when he heard that. He did not expect Fu Tingyu to have already prepared for the worst.

Fu Tingyu changed his phrasing, “If I keep taking the suppressant, How long can I last?”