"Where is the person who saved me? Is she unwilling to see me?"
He Zhizhou had a troubled expression, and his sickly appearance seemed even more dejected.
"Mr. He, the person who helped you with acupuncture at the time left once your life was no longer in danger. We don't know who she is, so we can't find her."
Tao Qingming guessed that Mr. He should be familiar with Nan Yan, but as an outsider, he didn't want to speculate too much about why Nan Yan didn't want to see him.
Mr. He's son, He Lifeng, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Was it the girl who entered the emergency room with you that day?"
Tao Qingming was speechless.
Oh no, how embarrassing to be caught in a lie...
"A girl?" He Zhizhou looked puzzled. "No, it couldn't be a girl! Miss Nan is already in her mid-twenties..."
He Lifeng, certain of himself, nodded, "That's right, it was a girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and quite beautiful."
