The apprentice was startled by his ice-cold gaze and dared not speak.
Just then, a white-bearded elder came down from the upper floor, frowning. "I am Murong Zhuang. What is the cause of this disturbance?"
Jiang Ce said, "My apologies for the intrusion, sir. My friend is gravely injured and requires immediate treatment. Please forgive our offense."
Murong Zhuang walked down the stairs and frowned as he observed Wang Xinyao's condition.
"Your friend was injured by Inner Strength, wasn't she? It's hopeless. You should start preparing her final arrangements."
Jiang Ce's frown deepened. "You haven't even tried, yet you're declaring her dead? Isn't that being terribly reckless?"
The apprentice hurried over, shouting, "What the hell do you know? My master is a world-famous doctor, able to diagnose the most difficult diseases at a glance! He said there's no hope, so you'd better get lost before she dies and brings bad luck to our clinic!"
