As soon as the car stopped at the hospital, Old Master Xiao didn't wait for the driver to open the door for him; he directly opened the door and stepped out himself. His agile movements betrayed none of his more than seventy years of age; he almost resembled a middle-aged person.
Old Master Xiao's impressive constitution owed much to the good things Situ Xin had given him over the years. Although Old Master Xiao and Situ Xin had no blood relation, almost everything that her grandfather and Grandpa Xiao had for nourishing the body, Old Master Xiao also received a share. Situ Xin had long since regarded Old Master Xiao as her own grandfather.
"Hey, Old Xiao, don't rush, take it slow," Old Master Situ, who followed Old Master Xiao out of the car, said after noticing his hurried movements.
But Old Master Xiao seemed as if he hadn't heard at all. His pace towards the hospital's entrance didn't slow in the slightest.