"Old Sir, please take off your son's shirt. Let me give it a try."
When the elder heard Yi Yun's words, his eyes welled with agitated tears. He quickly took off his son's shirt while Xiaoxiao rushed to prepare a basin of warm water.
Just as Yi Yun was about to feel Wang Mu's pulse in a bid to fill Wang Mu's dantian with Yuan Qi, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from a distance. Immediately following that—
"Peng!"
The side yard's door was kicked open. The wooden door was unable to withstand the force and was nearly sent flying off its hinges.
A middle-aged man that looked like the manager of a store strode into the yard. Standing beside him was a handsome white-dressed youth with a paper fan in hand. Behind the two of them were three strongmen.
"Old Man Wang, why the hell are you still here?"
