"Alas, he was fine before, how come after a trip to the mountains, he ended up like this. Doctor, is there really no way?"
The voice of the owner of Taoyao Pavilion followed.
"We have tried all the possible methods. Medicine and acupuncture are useless; you should prepare for his funeral."
An aged voice spoke.
It seemed that this was the imperial physician that the pimp mentioned earlier.
"Boss, don't worry, my uncle knew everything, so do I. From now on, I will take care of Taoyao Pavilion."
Then, the voice of Master Ji was heard.
"Taoyao Pavilion cannot be left to him."
Xin Lin, understanding the situation, pushed the door and entered.
"Who are you?"
Just when Master Ji was about to seize the opportunity to persuade and secure the role of chef, an unexpected interruption occurred.
Upon seeing the newcomer, it was a young girl wearing a Qingtian Academy uniform, who looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had seen her before.
