Chapter 630: THE PASSAGE
[A/N: I'm so sorry for the mistake! Maybe I was too tired to notice this copy-paste mistake!! Here's the editing version.]
The assistant went to the entrance and looked through the looking glass. Mohammed Alif was standing outside with couple of men. He opened the door and in a friendly manner he said, "Mohammed Alif, what a pleasant surprise!"
"I was told that Mohammed Jamil was living here. I didn't think of seeing you." Mohammed Alif said.
The assistant let them enter the house. "Jamil is suffering from food poisoning. So, my wife cooked some porridge for him and I brought it here."
"Where is he?" Mohammed Alif looked around.
The assistant rubbed his cheek. "The last time I saw him going to the toilet. I don't know if he is still there."
Mohammed Alif nodded. "Bring me to him." He wanted to make sure if Jamil was really sick or not.
"Please follow me." The assistant politely said.
They went to the bedroom and saw that Mu Liang was on the bed. His face was a little pale and was frowning. His breathing was irregular and was sweating.
Someone brought a chair and Mohammed Alif sat on it. He said, "Mohammed Jamil, we came to see you."
The assistant put down the bowl of porridge on the table and looked at Mu Liang.
Mu Liang slowly opened his eyes and gazed at the men around him. His hazy eyes were filled with confusion as if he couldn't recognize anyone. "..Who…?" His tone was hoarse.
Mohammed Alif couldn't tell if Mu Liang was acting or not. He said, "I'm Mohammed Alif. We met last night. Don't you remember?"
Mu Liang thought for a while. His frown deepened. His stomach was killing him. He thought about the medicine. 'There is something wrong with it.' He recalled, right after he gulped it down with water, his stomach function became abnormal. He wasn't pretending but truthfully feeling sick.
He replied in a low voice, "I see…."
Mohammed Alif said, "I heard that you are sick. How are you feeling now?"
Mu Liang opened his eyes and couldn't utter a word. His eyes were wide open. He weakly jumped out of the bed scaring everybody and ran towards the washroom.
"What just happened?" Mohammed Alif asked dumbfoundedly.
His subordinates were also speechless.
The assistant scratched his head in guilty conscience.
Everyone followed Mu Liang hurriedly and saw that he was vomiting nonstop. Because of the odd smell, they couldn't stand watching the scenario, so they came back to the bedroom.
A whole hour later, the assistant dragged Mu Liang's weak body and helped him to go to the bed. Mu Liang had a muscled body. The assistant's chest was heaving rapidly as he sat down on the bed. He was tired.
Mohammed Alif and his subordinates silently looked at the two men.
At last, Mohammed Alif stood up. He had nothing to see. He believed that Mohammed Jamil aka My Liang was terribly sick. "I guess I was disturbing you. Please have some rest, Mohammed Jamil. It was my negligence that you became sick after eating the food from the party. I will bear the expenses-"
The assistant shook his head. "No need. The Prime Minister already gave him the medical fee. He will be cured in no time."
"I hope so." Mohammed Alif gave Mu Liang another glance before saying, "Then, I will be leaving."
"I will come to show the way out." The assistant walked away with them.
Mu Liang covered his stomach. There was a dull pain. He took the glass of water and drank it slowly. After that, he sat up feeling that something wasn't right, he once again ran to the toilet.
After fifteen minutes, he got out of the toilet. He was drained of energy. He saw the assistant was sitting on the bed.
Mu Liang glared at him.
The assistant couldn't take the sharp glare. He averted his eyes and stretched out his hand. There was another tablet in his hand. "Take it. It's the antidote."
Mu Liang suspiciously looked at him.
The assistant explained, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. It's a medicine invented by my cousin. Our job is stressful and we don't get time to have holidays. So, we take this medicine to get sick leaves and when we want, we can take the antidote to get well. This is how I managed my holidays for twelve years."
Mu Liang took the medicine and gulped it down. Ten minutes later, he started to feel better.
The assistant suggested, "My wife is cooking healthy food for you. You can eat after an hour. Why don't you take a nap? I will call you after the dinner is ready."
"Are they keeping an eye on this building?" Mu Liang asked lightly. He took the bowl of porridge and began eating.
"Yes, two men were in the house next door and another one is in the rooftop. They won't leave early. But for now, we were able to fool them." The assistant cleaned up the table after Mu Liang was done eating the porridge.
Mu Liang fell silent. He couldn't let Mu Lan stay alone in that house. What if she woke up and couldn't see him and then she came out to look for him? They would be in trouble. Moreover, he didn't want to be away from her either.
"Is there anyway to get back to that house?" He finally asked.
The assistant nodded. "Yes, there is a passage in the basement. Please take a flashlight with you. There is no lock in the door so you can open it from both sides."
Mu Liang slowly stood up. His body was shaking lightly.
"What are you doing?" The assistant was flustered.
"I want to go back." Mu Liang calmly said.
"But you are still sick! And what about dinner?" The assistant thought that this guy was crazy.
"I will come back to have that dinner. I'm going now." Mu Liang got up and steadily walked towards the basement. He was still feeling dizzy but that didn't stop him to go there.
In the basement, he found a flashlight. He turned it on and opened the door. He walked through the muddy passage for ten minutes and finally he saw another door.
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