Wu Xun 'an only glanced at him casually and didn't take it to heart.
However, the person did not ask his disciple for medical treatment. Instead, he stood quietly in the courtyard and did not make any further movements.
Wu Xun 'an noticed this and felt a little strange. But after thinking about it, all the living beings in the city would be his sacrifice in the end anyway, so he didn't bother to ask.
The black-robed man stood there for a long time. A mortal who had once been saved by Wu Xun 'an walked in and swept his gaze around. Suddenly, he stepped forward and stuffed money and meat into the black-robed man's hands with tears in his eyes, repeatedly thanking him.
The black-robed man accepted it with a peace of mind, as if he deserved it.
Seeing this, Wu Xun 'an frowned. Although he didn't care about the wealth of the secular world, this was his medical hut!
