Old Tong, who was usually quite serious, became curious and stared at Xiao Yao with green light in his eyes. He patted Xiao Yao's head and chuckled. It was true what Old Qiao called him—a mischievous old man. Xiao Yao's solemn and rigid image plummeted in Old Tong's eyes.
"Out with it, quickly tell me, girl, how did you know?"
"I've learned a bit of the Qihuang Technique from my master. Looking at you, Grandpa Qiao, your face is glowing red, your eyes are bright, and your skin has a purplish sheen. This is the look of someone who is about to welcome a grandchild!"
"So, girl, since you also know Chinese medicine, and your skills seem quite profound, did you also learn this from your master?" Old Tong thought about what had happened in the lobby and was certain that the girl's medical skills were also high.
