"Yeah, that's right."
Ren Xiaoxue hummed in agreement, but it was clear she didn't know much about the old man either.
Qin Hao nodded thoughtfully, feeling a bit more cautious about the old man, as any skilled assassin would.
At this moment, Qin Hao's condition was really too dire, so naturally, he would be more mindful of everything.
Then, Ren Xiaoxue, noticing Qin Hao's state, furrowed her brows, and as if she suddenly thought of something, hurriedly said: "Oh, by the way, this old gentleman is a miracle healer. Let him take a look at your injuries and prescribe a couple of medicines, and you'll be better in no time!"
Saying this, she rushed into the main house. Soon, the white-haired old man came out, wiping his mouth, but his expression was rather displeased. He glanced at Qin Hao and asked, "Xiaoxue, are you asking me to save him?"
