Apparently, his pressure had made things even worse. He looked like he was about to kick the bucket.
Xie Yu took out a healing potion.
"Open it."
The doctor's expression changed.
In the end, he opened the container without hesitation, revealing Aerte lying inside.
Xie Yu handed the potion to the doctor and gestured for him to make Aerte drink it.
For a second, when the doctor held the potion in his hand, he considered whether he should pocket it.
It was not because he feared the other party would harm Aerte. Given the strength the man had displayed so far—
Even if the entire Sachax Kingdom joined forces, they would have little chance of winning. They might be able to wear him down, but their own side would definitely suffer devastating losses.
He merely wanted to take the potion away for research, to see whether its ingredients and effects could be analyzed.
"His genes are collapsing."
Afraid that the other party did not know about Aerte's condition, the doctor deliberately reminded him, lest he waste this potion—which he did not know the exact effects of, but which was surely precious.
Although some healing abilities had appeared among superhumans, those superhumans could only treat external injuries. They were unable to cure diseases, especially terminal illnesses.
"Make him drink it."
What Xie Yu had given him was a basic healing potion.
It could only deal with some external injuries, while also restoring a little consciousness and buying him some time so that he would not die on the spot.
Since the other party insisted, the doctor did not dare to tamper with anything. He could only pour the potion down Aerte's throat.
After Aerte drank the potion, the blood seeping from his body instantly stopped, and the pallor in his face