Huo Yanzhao was about to speak, but He Jingyao lowered his eyes and took another sip of hot tea, refusing to meet his gaze.
Huo Yanzhao felt a bit helpless. He rubbed his brow and gave a bitter smile, "Jingyao, I'm sorry."
He Jingyao placed the cup on the coffee table, his tone calm, "When did you come back?"
"This morning. My first stop after getting off the plane was here."
"Under a different identity?"
"...Yes."
"In the past few months, how many people have been helping you in secret?"
"About four or five, they were all my past patients." Huo Yanzhao explained, his expression a bit gloomy, "I... didn't want it to be like this, just afraid of what if..."
He Jingyao had been looking for him, and Huo Yanzhao knew it very well.
He also knew that even if he was unfortunately infected, there would be no discord between them.
Precisely because of this, Huo Yanzhao hoped to bear everything on his own.
"Is everything okay now?" He Jingyao asked in a deep voice.
