Le Yao froze at his words, so Hu Xiaotian briefly recounted how he had entered the Wan Residence that day and treated Wan Tingsheng. Everything he said struck her as utterly incredible, yet the facts were right before her, leaving her no choice but to believe him. After listening, she looked at him in surprise. "Are you a physician?"
"I only know a little medicine," Hu Xiaotian said. "I wouldn't call myself a physician." The fellow was clearly being far too modest.
"The second young master is all right?" Le Yao asked.
Hu Xiaotian nodded. "His life shouldn't be in any serious danger."
"But you said you needed to summon his soul?"
Hu Xiaotian gave a sly smile. "If I hadn't said that, how could I have fooled the Wan Family and come here openly to see you?"
That single sentence turned Le Yao's lovely face scarlet. He was far too blunt. She had only met him yesterday-how could he say something so frivolous? Yet as far as she could remember, this was the first time anyone had braved boiling water and raging fire for her. Embarrassed as she was, he had already touched her heart.
"Do you really know how to summon souls?" Le Yao asked.
"When a person dies, the lamp goes out," Hu Xiaotian said. "There are no souls in this world!"
Hearing that, Le Yao grew frightened again. Didn't that mean the second young master was doomed?
"If a man like that dies, then he dies," Hu Xiaotian said. "There's nothing to mourn."
"But..."
Seeing Le Yao's fearful expression, Hu Xiaotian realized she must have blamed the two of them for Wan Tingsheng's grave injuries. "I examined the wound on his head. It shouldn't have anything to do with the blow I gave him. What happened