Bao-Zhi looked at the woman, and gave her a small smile, shaking his head. "No, the herbs will work their magic in time. For now, all he needs is rest." he spoke, taking a seat. Looking over at the room that Xiao Lu was sleeping in now, Bao-Zhi turned his head back to look at the girl. "I'm Bao-Zhi, Xiao Lu's Uncle, or shūshu in Chinese as he often says. The boy is in America, he should speak English or nobody will understand him... But it's alright, as it was good that you at least managed to bring him here. And just in time as well. It appeared he lost a lot of blood on the way here due to those knives.." He sat there a moment, thinking, wondering something. "The knives appeared to be switchblades, a inch and a half long by the looks of them. I assume they are from the city's gang. They're always causing trouble, using wandering people in that alley as targets for their cruel uses. Poor souls.." he sighed. 

He then got up from his seat, walking over behind the counter and taking out to glass cups, and pouring some already made tea into them and bringing them over. He handed one to Alex. "I'm suppose to be heading out of the country in a few days.." Bao-Zhi said, taking a sip of his tea. "Suppose to be visiting some family.. But, seeing Xiao Lu's condition, I'm unsure on whether to go or to stay here with him." He paused a moment, looking like he was stuck in his own thoughts. "Don't think the poor boy can take care of himself, coming here with no knowledge of anything, getting jumped and almost killed.. Reckless he is, but a good boy nonetheless..." he took another sip of the tea, setting it down on the table.