"Ah!" Ding Pulan was startled by something on the ground.
On the ground, instead of any blood clot, there was a red spider about three centimeters long, covered in red hair.
At that moment, a one-inch Golden Needle was stuck in the back of the red spider, which twitched a few times before dying completely.
"It's okay now, I estimate Old Master Ding will wake up soon," Qin Han said indifferently.
As if to confirm Qin Han's words, Old Master Ding slowly opened his eyes on the sickbed and let out a few coughs soon after Qin Han finished speaking.
"Lanlan, what happened to me?" Old Master Ding's voice sounded somewhat weak, but it was a good sign compared to his continuous unconsciousness.
"Great-grandfather, you were sick, and it was Mr. Qin who healed you," Ding Pulan said, unable to contain her joy when she saw that Old Master Ding had woken up.
