The man was stunned.
"Who... who are you?" the man asked, somewhat angrily, but mostly with sadness.
Xue An replied with a calm smile, "It's not important who I am, but I can cure your wife's illness!"
Cao Zheng stood in a daze for a moment, a look of confusion on his face.
At this time, Xue Xiang blinked earnestly and said, "Uncle, my daddy is really amazing!"
Cao Zheng stepped aside and said in a deep voice, "Come in! I am Cao Zheng!"
The light in the room was very dim, but it was tidy, and the air was filled with the thick scent of Chinese medicine.
And a woman as thin as a rake lay on the bed with lifeless eyes, her face pallid, exuding an aura of death.
Xue An was right, if not treated soon, this woman wouldn't last more than three days.
"Who... ah!" the woman said feebly.
Cao Zheng's face only softened when facing this woman, filled with tenderness and indulgence.
"Some friends, and this person has come to treat your illness."
