"We haven't seen each other for merely a short while, but you…" Sima You Yue looked at Mu Lan in surprise. It was less than a year, but he had already aged so much.
"My body isn't good." Mu Lan's face had a faint smile. He did not feel unresigned just because he was about to die.
Seeing him face his death so peacefully, she took pity on him, and said subconsciously, "Can I examine you?"
"Sure. I heard that your medical skills are very good." Mu Lan reached out his hand, not minding that he was revealing his Ming Men point.
Sima You Yue walked over, held onto his hands and gave him a thorough check. She only let go after a while, "All of your meridians and internal organs have degenerated, It's no wonder you need the Divine Medicine."
"Yes." Mu Lan kept his hands away. With his eyelids drooping slightly, he asked while smiling, "Now are you willing to give me the Divine Medicine?"
"Of course, but I have to add a condition." Sima You Yue said.
