"Hehe! I think so too." Fu Ran chuckled. Then, he looked at Zheng En and said apologetically, "Thank you for refining the pill to treat my injuries."
"You're welcome. I'm just following Miss's instructions." Zheng En did not dare to take credit. After all, Miss had asked him to do this. Otherwise, he might not have interfered.
"I still have to thank you. If you hadn't refined the pill, my injuries wouldn't have healed," Fu Ran said gratefully. He knew his injuries very well. Ordinary alchemists couldn't refine pills that could treat his injuries. As for alchemists above the Alchemy Supremacy level, even if he could afford them, he wouldn't be able to prepare so many medicinal herbs.
