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"This is a knife that requires blood to suppress, and it is imbued with a thick Blood Fiend Aura. It is this aura that triggered the fluctuations in your blood vitality, which is the cause of your illness," Jiang Chen combined some of his conjectures with the facts and spoke them out loud.
However, Lin Guoliang frowned upon hearing this. To be honest, he respected Jiang Chen's medical skills, but he could not bring himself to believe in this concept of the Blood Fiend Aura.
Yet, after glancing at the Tang Sword and then back at Jiang Chen with suspicion, he suddenly startled:
Could it be that Mr. Jiang likes this sword?
After pondering for a moment, Lin Guoliang smiled, "Mr. Jiang, as long as you cure my illness, the sword is yours."
Jiang Chen blinked, understanding Lin Guoliang's thoughts, and without further explanation, he reached for the Tang Sword.
As his hand slowly approached the Tang Sword, Jiang Chen's brows suddenly furrowed.
