He Qing's voice waxes gentler than it usually is, "Gu Yuze, last night, you had a panic attack."
Panic attack! Why? He tried to dig deeper but he suddenly held his hand to his head. He was having a headache.
"Disciple Gu. You are still recovering. Don't overthink it. Just rest." For someone who looked like he was on his last leg, he was even more attentive to Gu Yuze than he was to himself.
Gu Yuze then recalled the lantern of golden merits on his forehead.
"What happened?" Gu Yuze asked cautiously.
There was a long silence as He Qing took his seat. He coughed, other times he would take a handkerchief and place it on his mouth, his times he opened a round pill box and drank a pill. Slight colour returned to his cheeks and he looked at Gu Yuze.
"Five days ago, you were brought to my house. You had been poisoned."
He Qing let that sink in and Gu Yuze nodded. He already knew that.
"Do you remember what happened?"
