The hall was utterly silent.
At the end of the line of sight, a young maiden was curled up, trembling, as she held her father's corpse.
Kui Ning gritted her teeth, staring at Nalan Qiutong who appeared before her. She understood many things in her heart.
"Where is the doctor who just treated her...?"
Nalan Qiutong spoke expressionlessly.
An elderly man, frail and with a head full of white hair, was brought forward by the Hook and Clamp Master.
The old man's white robe was stained with traces of blood, his expression ashen, looking very weary and frail...
Nalan Qiutong took notice.
The gazes of those around him carried a mix of reverence, and some young people wanted to stand up, but were controlled by the Hook and Clamp Master, unable to resist at all.
"Did you open this clinic?"
Nalan Qiutong smiled slightly, speaking warmly.
"Yes."
