It was Zhao Jingxi's disciple, Xiao Zhu!
"Qin Lin."
The very impatient Xiao Zhu glanced at Qin Lin. "My master wants you to come to Qingyu Hall."
"If Mr. Zhao Sr. needed me, he could have just called." Qin Lin had no patience for the petulant Xiao Zhu. "There was no need for you to wait here for me."
"You think I didn't want to call?" Annoyed, Xiao Zhu glared furiously at Qin Lin. "I tried calling you seven or eight times and couldn't get through. What was I supposed to do?"
"Oh, right. I overlooked that. I forgot to charge my phone last night, so it died on the way here." Qin Lin pulled out his phone, which had automatically shut down after the battery died. "Does Mr. Zhao Sr. need me for something? Is there a patient with a complicated illness that requires my consultation?"
"I'm not clear on the specifics." Xiao Zhu snorted coldly. "I bet it's nothing serious. Don't flatter yourself, thinking my master is asking for your help with some treatment."
