But Bai Ruozhu is not an Immortal; she doesn't have medicine that can bring people back to life.
She didn't mind the old beggar being dirty, nor did she care about the blood-stained clothes; she took medicine to stop the old beggar's bleeding.
Even if she couldn't save him, she had to do something, or she'd feel terribly uneasy.
"Don't die, live well, and I'll forgive you," Xiaoyu said, crying.
The old beggar spat out more blood, "Stupid kid, it hurts like hell, can't you say something nice?"
"If you dare to die, I'll hate you for a lifetime!" Xiaoyu shouted, and many beggars who saw that it was safe slowly gathered around, unable to hold back their tears at this scene.
"Kid, Grandpa is not a good person, so there's no good end for me. You have to be a good person in the future, or you'll end up like Grandpa," the old beggar smiled forlornly, "I'm old, not much time left, but you've got a long road ahead of you, you must live on..."
