Xuan Ming stepped forward and said, "Miss, can you take us to see my young master now?"
Shen Qinglan nodded, holding an umbrella, and led the way back into the rain.
The wind had calmed down a bit, but the rain was still heavy, and the water was knee-deep, with few pedestrians on the road.
Old Tang sent the others back, while he and Xuan Ming, along with Xuan Ying, followed Shen Qinglan to Baihua Lane.
Inside Shen Qinglan's room.
Xuan Ying and Old Tang stood to the side, while Xuan Ming was checking Duan Yunfei's pulse.
After a good while, he finally got up and breathed a sigh of relief.
Xuan Ming turned to Shen Qinglan and asked, "Miss, did you suture this wound?"
Shen Qinglan nodded. Such minor suturing wasn't beyond her skills.
"Miss, do you know medicine?"
After examining Duan Yunfei's wound, Xuan Ming asked again.
Shen Qinglan shook her head. She knew a little but not much, only the basics. After all, her main profession was killing, not saving people.
