Fortunately, he had succeeded in his gamble.
Half an hour later, after the Drunkard had removed the acupuncture needles and fed a few pills to Elder Bai, he was packing up his things when Bai Tang, who had been knocked out by Wen Xiao’ai, woke up.
Bai Tang shook his sowhat groggy head, puzzled by his sudden faint, but then he saw a person standing across the bed.
The dizziness Bai Tang initially felt vanished the mont he saw the Drunkard; he suddenly sat up, instantly alert and bursting with anger.
"Why are you here?"
"Your grandfather is all right now," the Drunkard glanced at him and continued packing his acupuncture needle bag.
"What, what did you say?" Bai Tang was stunned, sowhat disbelieving what he had heard.
He looked toward the bed at Elder Bai and saw that his complexion was no longer ashen. Although still pale, it wasn’t as frightening as before.
He excitedly reached out and grasped Elder Bai’s hand, feeling the temperature returning slowly, his body no longer stiff, and his breathing had returned to normal.
The sudden joy overwheld Bai Tang, and after being excited and happy for just a couple of seconds, he furrowed his brows again and looked at the Drunkard.
"You won’t, like today, appear fine and then in a few hours..."
"Don’t worry, that won’t happen."
The Drunkard spoke with certainty, then handed him two dicine bottles: "One pill in the morning, afternoon, and evening, and your grandfather will wake up three hours later."
Bai Tang reached out, took the dicine bottles, and looked at the Drunkard who had finished packing and was ready to leave, he opened his mouth and said:
"Thank you, I’m sorry."
"Are you trying to say thanks or sorry?" The Drunkard smiled.
"Both."
"You don’t need to say sorry to ." It was actually him who should be saying sorry.
It was he who had taken advantage of Elder Bai’s condition, taken the money without curing him, and even made his condition worse.
Though nothing serious ultimately happened, it had caused the family much worry.
"As for the thanks... you should say that to Jun Moyan."
"Jun Moyan? What do you an?" Bai Tang didn’t understand.
The Drunkard smiled. I surely can’t tell you to thank Wen Xiao’ai, can I?
"There’s sothing I hope you can keep secret for ."
"What is it?"
"Don’t tell anyone you saw tonight, pretend I was never here."
He looked at Uncle Ming on the sofa, who had not yet woken up, and said, "If anyone asks, just say you brought in another doctor to check on Elder Bai."
"Why?"
This person is really strange; saving soone should have restored his reputation as a doctor, right?
"That’s just how I am, weird enough that I don’t even understand myself, just pretend I was never here and don’t ntion seeing ."
After saying this, the Drunkard left.
Just one more step; as long as another thing is confird, he could ask her to save a life.
Bai Tang looked down at the dicine bottles in his hand, then went to check on Uncle Ming.
Seeing that he was just unconscious and not seriously hard, he felt relieved.
Still, he didn’t understand the Drunkard’s actions, but it didn’t matter as long as his grandfather was better.
Wu Garden—
Jun Moyan returned from the study only to find that Wen Xiao’ai was not in the room,
"Xiaoguai?"
Jun Moyan found it strange, and upon checking the bathroom, discovered that Wen Xiao’ai hadn’t taken a bath after he had left.
He quickly left the room and rushed downstairs.
"Have you seen Xiao’ai?"
"No," Xiaocha shook her head.
Jun Moyan frowned, feeling sowhat panicked, wondering if Xiaoguai had gone ho because she was hosick.
That couldn’t be; she didn’t even know the way, how could she have gone back.
Jun Moyan imdiately headed for the surveillance room, checked the caras, and found that Wen Xiao’ai hadn’t even left her room.
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