That night, in the Medical Hall at Headquarters.
"This is truly astonishing, Master Fang. Your body seems almost fully recovered, and even your soul is none the worse for wear!"
The Medic disciple sent to treat Fang Qianyuan looked at him reclining on the sickbed, his voice brimming with amazement.
"No wonder Elder Huang went to stay by Junior Brother Meng's side after visiting you once. Compared with you, Master Fang, that's clearly where his skills are needed!"
Hearing the disciples' discussion, Fang Qianyuan could not help asking, "How is Senior Brother Meng?"
"Oh, don't worry. With so many renowned physicians treating him, he'll be all right in the end. And apparently, Junior Brother Meng has an exceptionally powerful constitution himself. He can actually heal far faster than ordinary people. Even without emergency treatment at the time, he would have pulled through!"
As they spoke of this, everyone wore expressions of envy and wonder.
"Neither of you is ordinary. You're both incredible!"
"Really?" Hearing this, Fang Qianyuan finally felt relieved.
He and Meng Du were fellow disciples, after all. Though fists and feet had no eyes once they stepped onto the Dueling Platform, he could not help feeling uneasy after beating someone so badly.
"By the way, Master Fang, you're so powerful—did you really eat a Divine Snake Gallbladder, like the rumors say?"
Once they finished discussing Meng Du, the disciples' eyes lit up again, and they gathered around Fang Qianyuan to press him with questions.
They had originally come to care for Fang Qianyuan, but his unusual physique had already left him out of danger, so their visit had turned into idle chatter.
That question gave Fang Qianyuan a headache.
He had always done his utmost to conceal matters concerning his father and the Flying Immortal Records, and he