"Oh." Ms. Yang nodded blankly. For some reason, she felt there was something off about the master's wording.
The first time... it couldn't last too long... once she got used to it... it could last longer...?
"Alright." Feng Jun clapped his hands and spoke seriously. "You can observe her again this afternoon. If you think it's truly effective, you can dismiss all the medical staff and have the equipment taken away... For the next stage of treatment, I don't want too many people watching."
With that, he turned and got out of the vehicle. Ms. Yang had sharp eyes and noticed faint sweat stains on the back of his vest.
For Feng Jun, even though he was at the Third Layer Qi Refining, rapidly circulating spiritual energy to strike someone and make it seep into their body was still quite taxing. And this was his first time doing it, making it even harder, like breaking new ground.
Ms. Yang knew none of this. All she knew was that the master was an exceptionally handsome young man. Catching the faintly sweaty male scent on him and recalling her daughter's soft moans earlier, she unexpectedly felt a swelling heat within herself.
After all, her husband had died in a car accident seven years ago.
But when she thought of the beautiful young woman in the vehicle, she felt somewhat ashamed of herself.
If she had been ten years younger, she would not have feared competing with her.
But now... she truly was no longer young.
Just then, her daughter's violent coughing jolted her out of her daze.
Little Hui was bent over beside the sofa, coughing desperately into a basin. Rice-grain-sized black blood clots sprayed from her mouth and landed in the basin with soft popping sounds.
Immediately afterward, a crowd rushed