Ruan Shaohuai felt that he seemed to have discovered a whole new way to work.
The conversation lasted for half an hour until a burst of hurried footsteps came from the gate of Jingming Hall. Ruan Shaohuai stopped talking and looked towards the source of the sound.
But when he saw who it was, his expression paused, and he asked uncertainly, "Is this... Patriarch Zhong?"
Sheng Shijing was stunned for a moment, and looked in the direction he was looking, and sure enough, he saw a thin, middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples.
After slightly frowning, he nodded and said, "It's him."
Ruan Shaohuai sighed deeply, "I heard a few days ago that the eldest daughter of the Zhong family seemed to be ill. Now it seems to be true. I just don't know if she can make it this time."
Sheng Shijing glanced at him: "Are you free?"
Ruan Shaohuai came back to his senses and couldn't help but touch his nose and said, "Isn't this a pity? Such a talented and beautiful person, how could he have such a tragic fate?"
Sheng Shijing was too lazy to pay attention to him.
It happened that Xie Xihe had just finished refining the elixir and came out of the pharmacy, so he stood up to greet him.
Seeing him, Xie Xihe handed him a can of the low-end panacea that he had already divided up, and said, "Take two pills when you feel unwell. Let me know when you're done."
He said casually, "It's not a big deal. Don't bother me."
Sheng Shijing looked at her, a smile spreading across his brows: "Okay."
It was a smile that was much more obvious than usual, and Xie Xihe was distracted for a moment.
Just as I was about to say something, a cry of surprise suddenly rang out, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps.
Xie Xihe paused and looked in the direction of the sound.
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