Xiao Han didn't say a word, but the person became even more dissatisfied.
"What kind of place do you think my Undying Hall is, where just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can practice medicine?" The voice's owner slowly walked in from the door.
Xiao Han still didn't turn around, though his eyes were spinning around and his mind was racing. How should he leave now?
At this point, the herb-dispensing master spoke up, saying, "Miss, the situation was urgent just now, so..."
"Shut your mouth." That voice rang out.
The doctor presiding over Undying Hall turned out to be a woman, and not just any woman—she was the miss of Undying Hall.
She wasn't very old, appearing to be under twenty, probably around one hundred and sixty-five centimeters tall. She was wearing a white T-shirt on her upper body and a pair of denim shorts on her lower body. Her skin was pale and clear, as if it were made of white jade, seemingly soft enough to squeeze water out of.
