Seeing that it was already past two in the afternoon, Chen Mo looked at the sun and gave up on the idea of starting Bai Xiaotian's medication.
During the day, people were active. Although Bai Xiaotian's rented place was remote, the occasional passerby still went by. Besides, it was not convenient to set up an array in daylight. If someone barged in, it could trigger a chain reaction.
Therefore, it would be better to wait until nightfall before treating Bai Xiaotian.
The two sat in the living room and chatted for a while.
"Sir, about..." Seeing that Chen Mo had said nothing about treating his Dantian, Bai Xiaotian grew a little anxious and finally asked.
Chen Mo said, "Now is not the right time for treatment. First, there are still people outside. If your treatment is interrupted, all our previous efforts may be wasted. Second, you're not in a suitable state right now. You're too anxious."
Bai Xiaotian chuckled. "You're right, sir." He knew his own condition well. The thought of recovering from his Dantian injury naturally made him anxious.
He should have received treatment last night, but those incidents had delayed it until today. Naturally, once he saw Chen Mo, he became anxious and wanted to repair his Dantian as soon as possible. He thought about restoring his Dantian every moment of every day. Having once been a Martial Artist and then declining into an ordinary person left him with far too little sense of security.
The status and strength of a Martial Artist were both a safeguard and a source of security. Now, even the slightest disturbance in daily life made him tread carefully. It was an utterly stifling way to live.
Besides, he was already in his fifties or sixties. If he had to make a move