Shi Lin was naturally very grateful.
"Zhang, this is really too much trouble for you."
"It's no trouble, not at all. Senior Brother, you hurry and eat. I'll go inside to keep an eye on things," said the young man referred to as Zhang with a smile, then stepped into the room.
Shi Lin instinctively glanced into the room, feeling a bit uneasy.
After all, the place where medicine for Lu Dingtai was being prepared was strictly regulated, with no outsiders allowed.
Now that this Zhang went in, he was technically breaking the rules, which made Shi Lin somewhat nervous.
But when he saw Zhang quietly sit down on a stool and seriously observe the fire after going in, he sighed in relief.
Shi Lin then laughed at himself for being overly tense. Although this Zhang hadn't been in the Martial Arts Hall for long, his background was thoroughly investigated before he was admitted, confirming there were no issues. How could such a person be bad?
