Zhang Wuhai's expression changed, and he was clearly much more flustered. "No, no way. If the Heart-Piercing Flower won't work, wouldn't these Divine Stones have been spent for nothing? And how are my wife's symptoms supposed to be treated...?"
Yang Chen smiled faintly. "Brother Zhang, there's no need to take the Divine Stones to heart. What's spent is spent—consider it that I used a few extra Divine Stones to buy the pill formula. What matters now is your wife's condition."
Hearing that Yang Chen did not care in the slightest about the Divine Stones, Zhang Wuhai was deeply moved. Yang Chen's bearing and words had both touched him.
Now, even if Yang Chen asked him to climb a mountain of blades or plunge into a sea of fire, he would be willing.
"Could it be that Brother Yang Chen has a way to resolve my wife's symptoms?" Zhang Wuhai asked curiously.
"Of course. I took a rough look just now, and the problem isn't too serious. Now I need to take your wife's pulse. I believe I'll have an answer soon enough," Yang Chen said with a smile.
Zhang Wuhai felt both anxious and hopeful. He had not expected that calling Yang Chen over would prove to be the right decision. Yang Chen truly had a way to save his wife.
"Brother Yang Chen, if you can cure my wife, then this life of mine, Zhang Wuhai's life, will be yours," Zhang Wuhai said, unable to contain himself.
Yang Chen laughed. "Brother Zhang, there's no need for such pleasantries. The urgent matter is to cure your wife first."
Zhang Wuhai came to his senses and immediately said, "Then I'll trouble you, Brother Yang Chen."
Yang Chen stopped wasting words and began taking Zhang Wuhai's wife's pulse to diagnose her.
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