Shao Liu'er was somewhat surprised. The whole string of arguments she had prepared went unused.
She had long heard that this man was not easy to talk to, yet after only a few words upon meeting, he had agreed so readily.
"Thank you, Mr. Xie! Thank you, Mr. Xie!" Overjoyed, Shao Liu'er thanked him repeatedly, then hurriedly climbed to her feet and rushed off to bring her husband over, not daring to delay in the slightest.
Guo Man went with her. This was not a place where outsiders could wander about freely.
Yan Baoru stepped closer to Wu Xin and tentatively asked, "Sir, did you know this Princess Consort before?"
"Knew this Princess Consort?" Wu Xin murmured to himself. He did not answer, slowly closing his eyes. With no outsiders present, a pained and conflicted expression finally surfaced on his face. "Mm..." A muffled groan suddenly escaped him. He clutched at his heart, his face turning deathly pale in an instant as his whole body swayed as though he might collapse.
"Sir!" Yan Baoru cried out in alarm and hurriedly supported him.
"Medicine... medicine... Get me my medicine..." Wu Xin called out in pain, his breathing ragged.
"Please wait, sir." Yan Baoru quickly lowered him flat onto the ground and reached into his sleeve for the medicine.
Having followed Wu Xin for so long, she knew he suffered from chronic angina. Whenever it flared up, the pain was excruciating. If he did not take his medicine in time, it could cost him his life.
Both Yan Baoru and Guo Man had once asked Wu Xin: Ghost Doctor's medical skills were so extraordinary—could he not cure your illness?
Wu Xin had never given any answer to that question...
Outside a residence on a city street, a group of people suddenly appeared