"It's only a pill, after all."
At Jiang Zhizhou's startled cry, Yang Qing merely smiled calmly. "If it can save Bu Er's life, what wouldn't I do?"
Jiang Zhizhou, however, was anxious. "Bu Er will be fine, but you cannot use this pill on him."
As he spoke, Jiang Zhizhou pushed the little brocade pouch back into Yang Qing's hand. "Keep it safe. Don't take it out again."
After a moment's thought, he still felt uneasy, so he added, "This is the only pill of its kind left in the world. You must keep it safe."
Yang Qing held the brocade pouch, glanced down at it, and said nothing more.
Bu Er, who had still been groggy, slowly came around at the faint sound of voices beside him, just in time to hear Jiang Zhizhou's last words.
His mind cleared instantly, and he hurriedly sat up. "Young Master Jiang, has something happened to my young master's medicine?"
Back then, the leader of the Dark Alliance had spent an enormous sum to have Divine Doctor Mu refine two life-saving pills for Yang Qing, capable of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bare bones.
More than a decade had passed, and one had already been used. Only this one remained.
It would never be used unless there was absolutely no other choice.
Yet now, worried about Bu Er's injuries, Yang Qing had taken it out.
Seeing Yang Qing's dreadful complexion, Bu Er grew even more alarmed. "Young master, where is the medicine?"
"Bu Er, you're finally awake."
Yang Qing opened his palm to show Bu Er the brocade pouch. "It's all right. The medicine is safe."
Only then did Bu Er breathe a sigh of relief and lie back down. "As long as the medicine is still here."
Jiang Zhizhou glanced