Dai Mubai took the porcelain bottle. It felt slightly cool in his hand. He tightened his grip and said in a deep voice:
"Thank you."
The old physician looked at the scar on his face and sighed:
"Though the scar remains, it gives you a more rugged air. Young man, don't worry too much about appearances. Strength is what truly matters."
Dai Mubai was silent for a moment before nodding. He put away the porcelain bottle and bowed deeply to the old physician:
"Old Divine Doctor, I'll remember this great kindness. I've used up all the money I had on me, but I'll definitely bring back the consultation fee within a month!"
The old physician waved his hand. "You haven't used up all the money you gave me. I know your family must be wealthy!"
"Our place is remote. Even after using the finest medicinal ingredients from several nearby cities for you, quite a bit of that money remains!"
"You don't need to make a special trip to bring the consultation fee. I wish you a bright future."
Dai Mubai was stunned by his words, and his gaze at the old physician grew more complicated:
"Old Divine Doctor, I'll remember this kindness. If I get the chance in the future, I'll repay you many times over."
The old physician smiled and waved his hand. Sunlight streamed through the medicine hall's lattice windows and fell across his graying beard:
"When you're out in the world, who doesn't run into difficulties? You're so young, yet you already possess such Soul Power cultivation. You're destined to achieve great things. Don't dwell on this small matter."
"Although the injury on your face has healed, your Soul Power hasn't completely stabilized. Take good care of yourself on the road ahead. In these troubled times, strength