Qin Xi nodded and said to him, "I'm already much better."
Daoist Yang Mei looked at Qin Xi's weakened state. Even though Qin Xi had said he was already much better, to him Qin Xi was clearly just forcing himself to hold on. In his heart, he was still very concerned about this brother of his.
Ancestor Hongjun had also walked over. Looking at Qin Xi, he said, "You've suffered so many injuries, so don't talk for now. After you drink the medicine, open the Chat Group."
After all, he had come early that morning for exactly this matter. For one thing, he was concerned about Qin Xi.
For another, he wanted Qin Xi to open the Chat Group, so more people in the group could immediately learn about Qin Xi's condition and help treat his injuries.
After all, Ancestor Hongjun wanted Qin Xi to recover as soon as possible. He had thought it over again and again yesterday and come up with many methods, but Qin Xi's injuries this time were completely different from ordinary wounds, and he truly had no ideas at all.
Qin Xi did not refuse everyone's kindness. Instead, he nodded and agreed to Ancestor Hongjun's method.
On this side, Hong Lian had already pushed open the door and walked in with a bowl of pitch-black medicinal decoction in her hands.
The moment she came in, the entire room instantly began to fill with the fragrance of medicine.
When Hong Lian reached Qin Xi's bedside, she looked at Ancestor Hongjun and said, "big boss Qin Xi, the medicine is ready."
These medicines had all been prepared by Ancestor Hongjun the previous night. They were rare treasures of heaven and earth, extremely precious medicinal ingredients that Ancestor Hongjun had brought with him before.
Even though Ancestor Hongjun