"Who? Old Xue, who are you talking about?"
Nong Cuiru's wrinkled face instantly broke into a smile. "Brother Xue, please don't keep me in suspense. Tell me, who is it?"
"He is..."
The image of Jiang Xinghai appeared in Xue Zhong's mind. He was just about to say the name, but he stopped himself.
"Brother Xue, is it one of the other eight among us ten?" Nong Cuiru asked anxiously.
Xue Zhong shook his head silently.
"Brother Xue, just tell me! Who is he? The He Family will spare no expense to have him treat my grandson. Please, tell me." Nong Cuiru was desperate, but Xue Zhong simply continued to shake his head.
Nong Cuiru suddenly seemed to realize something, and an embarrassed expression crossed her face. "Brother Xue, I know I've been too cold to you in the past. I deliberately made things difficult and blocked you from achieving your goals. I was even the one who purposefully obstructed your recommendation of Jishan Hall to join the National Medical Hall..."
