So as their good friend, he was still deeply concerned about them.
After Qin Xi had finished arranging everything for the others' departure tomorrow, he reached out again, looked toward Di Qun, and said to her, "Give me your hand. Let me take a look."
As he spoke, Di Qun had already extended her wrist, revealing her firm arm.
Qin Xi placed his fingers on her wrist and carefully took Di Qun's pulse.
Seeing that Di Qun's complexion had improved a great deal, and that although her injuries had not fully healed, they were already about fifty to sixty percent recovered, he felt relieved.
He looked toward Di Qun, nodded to her, and said, "You can go, but you still need to be careful during this period. If you really encounter anything that requires major movements, don't draw on your true qi yourself. That will help your injuries recover."
Di Qun nodded. Of course she knew that Big Boss Qin Xi was doing it all for her own good.
She withdrew her hand from Qin Xi and said, "Thank you. I know, Big Boss Qin Xi. I'll be careful."
Then Qin Xi looked to the other side, at Daoist Yangmei, who was lazily propping up his head there, and said to him, "Give me your hand too."
Daoist Yangmei looked in Qin Xi's direction very unwillingly and said to him, "The injuries on my body are already fine. I can check them myself."
But Qin Xi left no room for argument and had already stretched out his hand, waiting.
Daoist Yangmei truly had no choice, and could only extend his hand.
Qin Xi examined him carefully, then frowned. After taking Daoist Yangmei's pulse for a while, it seemed that Daoist Yangmei had never liked taking medicine before, and he probably