"No more patients?" A cold voice came from the figure at the stone table.
Zhou Ze looked over and saw a man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a resolute face, and dressed in blue clothes who looked like a righteous young martial artist in Jianghu.
Yet it was this man, who appeared to be a Jianghu youngster, who had taken his whole family hostage and forced him to treat his injuries under the threat of their lives.
Filled with hatred in his heart, Zhou Ze dared not show any on his face and respectfully replied, "Yes, the patient has just been treated. I will prepare the medicinal soup for you."
The man in blue nodded, "Go ahead."
Preparing medicine was not originally Zhou Ze's responsibility; his son Zhou Qing could handle it.
However, a few days ago, this man suddenly appeared in their house and directly took Zhou Ze's daughter-in-law, Tang Huaping, hostage.
