He pulled out a small pill bottle with a loud clatter and placed it on the table, as if afraid someone wouldn't notice him.
He even shook the pill bottle, making a "rattle" sound, like rolling dice.
Then he poured a pill into his palm and spoke loudly, "Aunt Xue, could you get me a glass of water, please? I need to take my medicine."
His actions successfully caught Mu Yunlie's attention.
Mu Yunlie glanced over indifferently.
Yan Chuhua also looked over and recognized the pill in Xia Ziyu's palm, her eyes lighting up:
"Isn't that the health-boosting medicine? Qianyi gave it to me during military training, and it worked really well! But aren't you in the late stages of esophageal cancer? Why are you taking this medicine?"
Xia Ziyu and Yan Qianyi both froze, worried that Mu Yunlie would suspect something.
Yan Chuhua looked at Xia Ziyu with sympathy, "Has it gotten so serious that you can only rely on this to prolong your life?"
Yan Qianyi quickly nodded, "Yes, that's right."
