Wang Jian, who was in the middle of standing up, froze. Seeing the smile on Lu You's face, he knew the story about the virus hadn't completely fooled this sly old fox. Lu You's words were clearly a probe.
Wang Jian chuckled, not bothering to hide his interest. "Since it's an antique, of course I'm interested. Mr. Lu, what made you suddenly think of this?"
Lu You also laughed. "I nearly died. It put a lot of things into perspective."
Like hell I believe you!
"Well, that's great," Wang Jian replied. "Be sure to let me know when you find it."
Looking at the smile on Lu You's face, Wang Jian didn't believe a single word. This crafty old fox must be after something. If he truly intended to donate it to the state, why would he call a doctor like him? From start to finish, Wang Jian himself had never once brought the object up.
The two men tacitly fell silent, neither one breaking the façade. To an outsider, it was a touching scene between a doctor and his patient.
