Huo Yao had already made arrangements in the hospital, so she went straight to the hospital ward.
A patient was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes tightly closed. Even though the patient was so weak that his chest hardly moved, the machines beside him clearly indicated that there was a heartbeat.
Huo Yao walked up beside the bed and glanced at him coldly. She pulled up a chair, sat down. She placed her fingers on Old Master Song's pulse.
After she was done taking his pulse, Min Yu spoke up in astonishment. "I thought you did not want to help them."
Huo Yao retrieved silver needles from her bag without so much as raising her head. "Wouldn't it make things interesting if he was alive?"
Old Master Song would come to no good end. Wouldn't it be great if he could see it with his own eyes?
Huo Yao had already applied acupuncture to the old man. Moments later, she said airily, "Moreover, I am a doctor, so it's my job to save him, right?"
