"This..."
Zhan Beiye really wanted to respond to her words, but he couldn't.
But he thought, now was not the time to say such things, right? Xiang Qiyan was still in a coma on the bed, and to describe his condition as barely clinging to life wasn't an exaggeration.
"An Jiuyue, do you think we can treat his injuries first?"
Upon hearing this, An Jiuyue lifted her eyes and glanced at him.
"I would like to treat him, but his injury is currently untreatable," she said, spreading her hands, conveying a sense of being at a loss.
"What do you mean by that?" Zhan Beiye didn't understand and asked.
"His internal injury is actually very easy to heal; a Fourth Grade Healing Pill would do the trick," An Jiuyue stood up from the edge of the bed.
"But what?"
Zhan Beiye sensed there was more to her words and pressed further.
"Right, there is a 'but'."
An Jiuyue looked helplessly at Zhan Beiye.
