"Mr. Little Ye, please enjoy the tea."
Jiang Helun personally delivered a cup of tea to Ye Wudao's front, and even addressed him as Mr. Little Ye. Since Yang Xiuhui had woken up, Jiang Helun knew that Ye Wudao was a true master of the extraordinary, not a swindler. He wouldn't dare act presumptuously on account of his age anymore.
"Mr. Little Ye, I told them that you are a master folk healer in traditional Chinese medicine, that you healed Xiuhui with your family's secret abilities. I hope Mr. Little Ye won't take offense. If they have said anything offensive, I apologize to Mr. Little Ye on their behalf."
At the age of eighty-five, Jiang Helun actually bowed deeply to Ye Wudao.
Ye Wudao was startled by Jiang Helun's gesture. He quickly helped him up and said, "I understand what you mean, and I won't blame you. What you did was for my benefit. As for supernatural forces and mysteries, even if you told others, no one would believe it, and I certainly wouldn't admit to it."
