Mr. Jiang, in desperation, tugged at Old Xue's sleeve with trembling hands.
"Old Xue, stop dawdling! Just tell me who the miracle healer is and where they are right now! I'll prepare a generous gift to invite them over immediately, even if I have to kneel for three days and nights, I won't complain."
"What's your rush?"
Old Xue laughed heartily: "However, you did get one thing right, she is a miracle healer."
"Enough! Who is this miracle healer after all?"
Mr. Jiang was as frantic as an ant on a hot pan.
Old Xue squinted his eyes, stroked his beard, and shook his head enigmatically: "She's no ordinary person, she is Su Pan'er who invented the smallpox vaccination method, saving millions of lives, and who was subsequently honored with the title of miracle healer by His Majesty."
"Su Pan'er?"
Not only did Qin Hong and Mr. Jiang exclaim, but the hermits who had always been following Qin Hong and were standing at the door also shouted in surprise.
Everyone staggered, wondering