Feng Jun's health wasn't too good? Thinking back carefully, Feng Jun recalled that his first impression that afternoon had indeed been that Gu Jiahui looked a little thinner.
But... how could she possibly not have recovered? He was a little displeased. "Are you saying... I didn't cure her?"
He had never fussed over the follow-up treatment costs. To him, Luohua Manor was like Xia Nation's universities: strict admission, lenient graduation—getting in for treatment was difficult, but as long as you showed sincerity, he did not care much about the subsequent fees.
He had never intended to make money from this in the first place. He chose to make admission difficult only to avoid trouble.
If Luohua Manor became some kind of medical holy land, would he still have time to cultivate immortality?
But he had put a great deal of care into Gu Jiahui's treatment. Even if she might not cultivate immortality in the future, he had still cured her completely.
After recovering, Gu Jiahui had even spent half a month bouncing around happily in the manor, freeloading off the Spirit-Gathering Formation every day.
Feng Jun did not care about that little bit of spiritual energy, but hearing Yang Yuxin say that Little Hui was unwell truly made him uncomfortable.
The moment Yang Yuxin saw his expression, she knew he had misunderstood, so she immediately explained, "No, that's not what I meant. She stayed in the Bamboo Forest for four or five months, then went back to Dragon City... you know what Dragon City's air is like."
The moment Feng Jun heard that, he understood. After living in a place of clear waters and green mountains for four or five months, suddenly returning to a city where PM2.5 levels were off the charts—no one could take that, much less when