In the hospital.
Bai Zheyan was a bit confused.
So...
What's going on exactly?
How did Brother Xiao take his beloved daughter on a trip to the Ancient Town and bring back an old Chinese medicine practitioner?
Staring at the elderly man sitting by the hospital bed, occasionally prying open his wife's eyelids or taking her pulse, Bai Zheyan quietly pulled Xiao Fei to the side.
"Brother Xiao, is this... likely to work?"
"Worth a shot?"
Xiao Fei raised his eyebrows.
Bai Zheyan forced a bitter smile.
"Are we sure he's not some Evil God Huoyun?"
"To be honest, I also get this weird feeling, like at any moment this old man might suddenly pull off a toad technique move..."
Saying that, even Xiao Fei couldn't help but shake his head.
He could joke and laugh about it, but Bai Zheyan wasn't in the mood to laugh at all.
His face full of tension, he kept glancing between his wife and Yang Yun, who was still examining her.
Yang Yun was the elderly practitioner's name.
