Cold Hunter King Qin Zhan

"Hello, you're the one who found my father, aren't you? My name is Leng Qing."

Leng Qing walked up to Mo Xie and held out her hand with a smile.

"Hello, I'm Mo Xie. Uh..."

Mo Xie reached out, but seeing her fair, delicate hand and his own dust-covered one, he felt a little embarrassed.

He was about to pull back when a soft, smooth hand clasped his.

"Thank you so much for your help. If it weren't for you, my father might not have survived!"

Leng Qing held Mo Xie's hand tightly, her beautiful eyes sincere as she thanked him earnestly.

"You're welcome. I just happened to be passing by and heard something."

Nearby, Leng Lingling's cries rang out.

"Dad, are you all right? Please wake up and say something!"

Her little face was flushed, worry written all over it. Her large eyes glistened, as though she might burst into tears at any moment.

She shook the Cold Hunter King frantically, trying to wake him from his coma.

"Child, don't worry. Leave him to this old granny."

The old woman patted Leng Lingling's shoulder and offered a few words of comfort before crouching down, green Healing Light glowing in her hands.

The Healing Light enveloped the Cold Hunter King's entire body, and his wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the old woman moved her hand over his heart, her narrowed eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.

"What happened?"

Noticing the change in her expression, Song Qiming hurriedly asked, his voice tense.

"Old Song, you really must thank this young man properly!"

The old woman smiled and turned her gaze toward Mo Xie.

"I checked him. Xiao Zhan's heart had stopped beating, but somehow, whatever miraculous medicine he took made it start again. It kept that