Ever since Mo Zhu returned from the hospital, she had been in low spirits. She even restrained her normal imposing self as she huddled in the corner of her seat.
Xu Huan's heart ached at the sight.
"Grandma will get better." Huo Xuan held the girl's hand.
Mo Zhu felt her palm being wrapped by someone, and a steady stream of warmth flowed into her body. She looked at Huo Xuan in silence, but she didn't retract her hand.
After a while, the girl thanked him softly.
"Your medical skills are so amazing. Can't you save your grandmother?" Xu Huan couldn't help but ask Mo Zhu.
Mo Zhu was silent.
"Don't worry, there's still the divine doctor. If we find him, he might be able to cure your grandmother." Xu Huan suddenly remembered and comforted Mo Zhu.
"It's no use. He can't save my grandmother."
"How do you know it's useless? Have you tried it before?" Xu Huan asked when he saw how confident Mo Zhu was.
