"It's tricky," Dao Xuzi sighed, then glanced at Yang Ruxin, "You can't rush this. Even if you want to get hitched, you'll have to wait until he's fully recovered, otherwise…" His gaze took on a mischievous twinkle.
Yang Ruxin rolled her eyes: "When did I say I wanted to get married? I'm just worried your medical skills might not be up to par…"
"Nonsense." The old man instantly bristled, "If not for me stepping in, those quacks wouldn't have been able to identify the seven types of poison in his body. They would've killed him with their treatments…"
Unable to help herself, Yang Ruxin rolled her eyes again: "Can't you live without boasting?"
"I'm just stating the facts," Dao Xuzi suddenly chuckled, "But rest assured, now that you've taken me as your master, I'll surely return to you an able-bodied apprentice son-in-law…"
"You sure know a lot," Yang Ruxin scoffed.