"A debt collector? You must have the wrong place," Zhong Yuanliang said with a frown.
With the scale of Qin's medical clinic, it was impossible for Qin Han to owe anyone money, let alone anyone else.
But when Qin Han heard the voice, he lifted his head and said to Zhong Yuanliang, "Yuan Liang, let him in!"
Looking at the unkempt man before him, Zhong Yuanliang shook his head and said, "Come in!"
But inside, he was wondering why every one of his uncle's acquaintances was weirder than the last.
"Long time no see! Have you come to ask for the Fish Intestine Sword?" Qin Han said somewhat teasingly.
The disheveled man merely smiled and said, "I didn't expect you'd notice. First, give me a cup of tea, I've been on the road all night and I'm dying of thirst."
The three women watched the disheveled man from behind the medicine counter, all with furrowed brows.
Zhang Yalin said, "It seems like he's quite familiar with that guy."
Ji Chufei said, "A friend of Mr. Qin?"