Before Li Rui could answer, ni Meng told him the origin of the medicine, which made Li Rui look at her again.
"That's right, it's Saint Michael."
The three penetrating wounds were injected with Saint rokale. Zhao Rong's injuries were immediately stabilized, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
Li Rui carefully put away the remaining half of the Saint rokale and began to check the injuries of the others.
Ni Meng, who was standing at the side, was helping out proficiently. She seemed to be much more professional than Li Rui.
"Captain, where did you get this Saint Michael? This medicine is rarely circulated in the outside world."
Following Luo Li, she directly called Li Rui Captain. The two big black eyes on ni Meng's pretty face were full of curiosity, which made her feel a sense of intimacy.
"A senior gave it to me,"
Li Rui smiled and changed the topic.
