Due to time constraints, Mo Liancheng wouldn't stay for long.
That evening, Duan Lao persuaded his grandfather to agree to Mo Liancheng's treatment.
Mo Liancheng entered the old man's room, locked the door, and no one could get in. Two hours passed, and he still didn't come out. Meanwhile, in the downstairs hall, Qu Tan'er wasn't worried at all. Bored, she was stuffing herself with a pile of snacks, eyes fixed on the TV, watching the news.
Duan Lao sat with her, directly opposite.
But his eyes seemed to hold too much, more like a mixture of complexity and curiosity.
"Qu Tan'er, your man... is his medical skill advanced?"
"Yeah. It's said that as long as someone's still breathing, he can save them." That's the legend, and Qu Tan'er had seen it herself, but that was in Xuanling. It's different from modern times there, with all sorts of precious and magical medicines and many wondrous places.
