Liu Liang picked up a piece and took a bite. It tasted pretty good, not too sweet or greasy.
"Brother Zeng, have some snacks and tea first. I'll finish treating that guy, then we can go eat something else."
Wen, that guy...
He has a famous name.
"Well, go ahead."
Zeng Xubai wiped the snack crumbs off her face.
Only then did Liu Liang stand up happily and prepare to treat the guy's injuries.
Stretching out her wrist, Liu Liang walked to the bedside and said to Wen Qi.
Wen Qi obediently stretched out his hand. His skin was very white, the kind of sickly white, so white that you could clearly see the blue blood vessels, almost transparent.
Liu Liang separated a wisp of energy and sent it to his dantian.
It seems like taking a pulse, but it is actually not that simple.
She was using her own health-preserving internal energy to replenish this person's Dantian.
As the saying goes, three years new, three years old, and another three years of mending. If she wants to cure him, she has to mend his Dantian first. This is a delicate job. Fortunately, she has seen others how to mend their Dantian before, so it really doesn't take twelve years.
About five minutes later, Liu Jing withdrew her hand and said, "Take one pill every hour. When you're done, come back to me."
"Thanks."
Wen Ting sat up straight, not knowing whether it was a psychological reason or if he was really better.
Obviously, he could feel that the tingling in his dantian seemed to have lessened. It might really be because of the medicine he took, so the pain was decreasing little by little, and his spirit was also improving. He hadn't been as energetic as he was now for a long time.
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