" Ahem, Calm your breath. I will slowly remove the needles now." Jun Tianyun spoke as he looked at Xia Zhou who was lying on the bed.
Then, he made a small cut on Xia Zhou's wrist and took out a needle from his body. Suddenly, pitch-black blood oozed out from the cut as Jun Tianyun poured it into a glass. The glass was almost filled with a pungent fluid, which barely looked like blood.
" Alright, I have driven out all the poison from your body. But, you have been bedridden for almost a year. I will write a prescription. Drink the medicine twice a day, and you will recover in seven days."
" What? In just seven days?" Xia Zhou was shocked.
" I am not joking." Jun Tianyun shook his head.
" Young Jun, How can I repay your favor?" Xia Zhou became emotional.
" You don't need to. I have already taken your daughter anyway." Jun Tianyun spoke seriously.
"....."
