Xiao Zeyu looked at Su Qing fervently. His Qing'er was about to show off her skills. If she made a move, even the dead could be saved.
Su Qing didn't know that Xiao Zeyu treated her like a god. The dead could be healed? If she knew what Xiao Zeyu was thinking, she was prepared to shake her head. She couldn't do so.
Su Qing walked over to Wan Yulin and squatted down to take his pulse. When the imperial physicians saw the woman sitting next to Xiao Zeyu, although they did not show any expression on their faces, they were contemptuous in their hearts. They thought their medical skills were brilliant, but they could not save Wan Yulin. How good could a young lady be to snatch a dying person back from the hands of the King of Hell?
