A surge of shock coursed through Jun Yuan's veins as he absorbed Zhao Ling's words. The small porcelain bottle containing the remedy trembled in his hand, a physical reflection of the excitement that stirred within him. Throughout his arduous journey, countless doctors had pronounced themselves powerless in treating his condition. Now, with Zhao Ling's words offering a glimmer of hope, Jun Yuan felt a mix of disbelief and elation.
"Young Chief," he stammered, his voice filled with emotion, betraying the tremor in his soul, "can it truly be? Am I capable of recovering?"
With a gentle yet confident smile, Zhao Ling nodded reassuringly. "Indeed," she affirmed, her words carrying the weight of certainty. "As long as you heed my advice and refrain from using the Divine Flame, your recovery is within reach." Her radiant smile conveyed a profound sense of reassurance, instilling newfound faith in Jun Yuan's heart.
