Black Water Gang Main Hall, rear courtyard restricted grounds.
This had originally been gang leader Chen Wanli's private training ground, but now it had become Lu Chen's personal place of recuperation.
The courtyard was piled high with crates of precious medicinal herbs. Their rich fragrance was so dense it nearly took tangible form; one breath was enough to make a person feel invigorated.
For the past half month, the Black Water Gang had practically emptied its coffers to support Lu Chen.
Chen Wanli was a clever man.
He knew that the Black Water Gang was now completely tied to Lu Chen's warship. If Lu Chen lived, the Black Water Gang would prosper; if Lu Chen died, the Black Water Gang would perish.
Therefore, he had not been the slightest bit stingy.
The three three-hundred-year-old wild ginseng roots that had been stored away in the treasury for over a decade were taken out and stewed into soup;
Tiger Bone Paste and Flesh-Regenerating Powder, bought from elsewhere at enormous expense, were slathered over Lu Chen as though they cost nothing;
Even the tribute-grade "Jade Dew Pills" sent by that County Magistrate from the County Yamen all ended up in Lu Chen's stomach.
With resources piled up regardless of cost, coupled with Lu Chen's monstrous constitution, the speed of his recovery was simply horrifying.
Inside the secret chamber.
Bare-chested, Lu Chen sat cross-legged atop a massive Cold Jade Bed.
He had previously purchased this Cold Jade Bed at great expense. It offered twice the result for half the effort when cultivating the Profound Nether Hand, and now it had become a miraculous tool for healing his injuries.
The savage, terrifying wounds that had once covered his body had already scabbed over and fallen away, revealing tender new skin beneath.
Especially his right hand.