"Our son makes a lot of sense; I think Master was just scared. The old man has saved so many lives; even King Yama doesn't dare to take him."
Zhang Guoqing echoed his son's words, squeezing her hand. Very well, her fist had unclenched; his son's efforts were not in vain.
Zhou Jiao bitterly smiled and nodded at him.
—No matter how much they exaggerated, her master is indeed old.
Zhou Jiao sighed inwardly, turning to look out the window. Despite all her years as his disciple, she had never seen any abnormalities in the old master's health—until now?
Not to mention that her senior brother, the most composed person, didn't even flinch when treating patients on the battlefield. How could he be easily frightened? The problem must be severe.
Fainted?
Zhou Jiao closed her eyes, carefully recalling the recent safe check-ups by him, lost in thought.
