The old healer was still grumbling under his breath while following everyone inside the wooden house. His medicine bag was hanging crookedly on his shoulder while he muttered all kinds of complaints about young people not respecting old men anymore.
But just as he stepped inside the room and was about to arrogantly choose the softest seat for himself, his entire body suddenly froze.
His old eyes widened instantly. The next second, his beard almost trembled.
"Wang Mulan?!" he shouted loudly in disbelief.
The entire room instantly turned silent.
Even Su Qinglan, who had just entered behind him, raised her brows slightly in surprise as she looked at her mother.
The old healer pointed toward Wang Mulan with shaking fingers, as if he had just seen a ghost.
"You girl, what are you doing here?" he exclaimed loudly. "And why didn't anyone tell this old man beforehand?!"
