Zheng Changhe was an honest man and quickly comforted Juhua. "If it's lost, it's lost. We can only say we had bad luck. That little girl was probably scared, otherwise she wouldn't have run off. Doctor Qin, did your master beat her after she got home?" He thought the girl must have been terrified to run away, which meant the medicine was something special, and he worried she would be punished for it.
Seeing he was still worried Yun Ying would be beaten, Qin Feng's expression grew somber. He said softly, "My master... he has already passed away."
Although everyone had been angry, the atmosphere had been lively with talk and laughter. But hearing Qin Feng say his master had died, they all fell silent, unsure for a moment how to comfort him.
Qin Feng was quiet for a moment, then offered a small smile. "He was over seventy, which is a ripe old age. He sensed his time was coming, so it wasn't a surprise."
