Lin Qian's words completely stunned the old man, who quickly got up from the ground, grabbed the former's shoulders excitedly, and said, "Really? Can you really save Yaner?"
Seeing Lin Qian nod affirmatively, a hopeful light burst in the old man's eyes. He quickly pulled Lin Qian into his shabby little house.
The room was extremely simple, with only a table, two chairs, and a broken straw bed, aside from some ruined walls and tiles, there was nothing else.
On that broken straw bed lay a child no more than ten years old, wearing only a thin hemp shirt that had been stained red with blood.
And the child lying on the straw bed was tilting his head, coughing violently from time to time; whenever he did, fresh blood would spray from his mouth.
Seeing this situation, Lin Qian hurriedly stepped forward like an arrow, his hand producing an extremely dim blood-colored restoration potion. He pulled out the stopper, pried open the child's mouth, and forcefully poured the potion down.
