The same thought surfaced in both their minds, were assassins all this straightforward in their thinking…?
"Then you'd better just give me money," Yue Mingxuan said helplessly.
Letting this half-baked fellow take him out of the valley, who knew what might happen along the way?
Shang Qinghua or Rong Qinglei, even Rong Tieshan, would all be more reliable than him.
Hearing Yue Mingxuan say this, Xi Yu casually tossed over a gold ingot.
Yue Mingxuan contentedly put the gold into his pocket and said to him, "Lie down over there, and remember to take off your top."
"Aren't you going to disinfect or something?"
Seeing that Yue Mingxuan looked like he was about to remove the stitches on the spot, Xi Yu hurriedly said, "At least wash it or do something first."
Yue Mingxuan glanced at Xi Yu.
Not bad, after only a few days in the medical hall, he even knew to talk about disinfection now.
Those few days had truly been a nightmare-like period for Xi Yu.
