Chu Xingchen's words instantly made A Nian question her earlier diagnosis.
After all, it was hard to imagine that someone on the brink of death, with only a breath left in him, would react so violently to a pill he had swallowed.
As though swallowing that pill was more terrifying than death.
Zhao Wanqing reacted swiftly, hurrying forward to pin down her younger brother's left hand, the only part of him that could still move.
This medicine was already their last hope. Even if he died today, he would have to die taking this pill!
Li Yingling watched the scene with a sigh and a shake of her head.
Her master's pill-making seemed to have climbed another step.
Not in medicinal efficacy, but in how awful it tasted. After all, the man before them might only have to take it once, whereas she, as his disciple...
From now on, she should have her junior brother taste all the pills their master made first...
With his only movable limb, his left hand, pinned down, Zhao Zhengyang could only tremble where he lay, his face horribly contorted.
A Nian hurried forward and quickly examined the condition inside Zhao Zhengyang's body.
Then she breathed a sigh of relief. The medicinal liquid was still effective. She could clearly sense his internal injuries gradually improving. It probably would not be long before he recovered enough for her to treat him.
A Nian hurriedly said, "Hold him down. He's much better now."
Chu Xingchen raised his hand slightly and casually sent out a stream of spiritual energy, immobilizing Zhao Zhengyang's entire body.
"Thank you, Senior." Zhao Wanqing released her grip, gratitude on her face.
There was no joy in Chu Xingchen's expression. He nodded coldly. "It's nothing."
Zhao Wanqing offered some comfort. "Senior, there's no need