"It's wonderful, young man," the middle-aged uncle said excitedly as he rushed to thank Yin Xiaofan upon hearing that his wife was all right. "You're a savior to our family. Please accept my admiration."
"Uncle, that's impossible," Yin Xiaofan quickly stopped him in his tracks. "It's just my job, don't take it too seriously. As long as you're healthy, I am satisfied."
To Yin Xiaofan, it was simply an effort, but to the middle-aged uncle's family, it was an act of immense grace, thicker than the sky itself.
"How did Aunt Wu faint? Is she okay now?" Luo Meiling asked with concern looking at the fainting Aunt Wu.
"It's fine. She just needed some rest after the shock. She'll wake up soon," Yin Xiaofan told the middle-aged uncle. "Remember to take the medicine that I've prescribed, so your uncle's illness can be cured."
"Of course, I will," said the middle-aged uncle hastily.
