Gu Junzhu looked over in the direction of the voice.
At some point, Senior Master Xiang had returned to normal, sitting weakly and tiredly next to the boulder.
Gu Junzhu smiled at him, leisurely carrying Xiao Shumiao over, and calmly said, "Uncle Xiang, you owe my son a lot today!"
"The medicine you used was prepared by my wife for my son; if it hadn't been for my son's medicine, perhaps you would be remembered in the history books today!"
"But my wife and son didn't have your luck. Just to save your life, my wife and son were hounded by your son and granddaughter. Look, my son's eyes are swollen from crying!"
Senior Master Xiang held back a smile. His old face revealed a sense of unspeakable sorrow.
He spoke to Dr. Lo, who was looking after him, "Lo, help me stand."
Dr. Lo hesitated: "Eldest Xiang, you need to rest right now."
Senior Master Xiang frowned and repeated, "Help me stand!"
His voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with an unyielding authority.