In a bedroom that was full of medicinal smell, Jin Mingzhe was lying half dead on the bed. The wound on his chest had become worse. Dead skins and fleshes could be seen clearly. He was still alive today, mainly because of the medicines that Jin Yang emptied the treasury to buy.
Looking at Jin Mingzhe's pale face, Yun Lintian sighed softly and turned to Jin Yang. "Sorry for letting Senior wait. I'll treat him now."
Yun Lintian stepped forward and grabbed Jin Mingzhe's wrist, trying to check his condition first.
Jin Yang said nothing but watch Yun Lintian performing with high hope.
Jin Mingzhe's internal organs had deteriorated to the point they couldn't work anymore. If Yun Lintian was late for another day, Jin Mingzhe would undoubtedly die.
Without thinking further, Yun Lintian's eyes shone with a green light, and a few tree branches immediately crawled out along his arms, wrapping Jin Mingzhe's body.
