As for being called a pig by that old dying man, Chen Nan had no leisure to quibble with him and asked urgently, "How is the girl doing?"
"She's beyond saving."
Xuan Tianji spread his hands, showing a helpless look.
Chen Nan felt his legs go weak and his whole body lose strength. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, gripping Su Qingqing's hand tightly as tears kept streaming out uncontrollably.
After a long while, he suddenly jumped up like a madman, grabbed Xuan Tianji's hand, and said, "Master, aren't you known as the 'Poison Hand Medicine King'? You can even bring the dead back to life, so how can there be no way to save her!"
Seeing how much Chen Nan cared for Su Qingqing, Xuan Tianji sighed, "That poor girl Yiyi."
"What happened to my junior sister?" Chen Nan asked hastily.
"She's fine, but you're the one with the problem," Xuan Tianji said seriously, staring at Chen Nan. "To save this girl is possible, but you must answer a question for your master. How about it?"
