"Sir, thank you, thank you for saving me, Flame Dragon Ancient Medicine is really miraculous!"
Yuehan Wei'er gave a deep bow to Jiang Chen, his face full of gratitude as he spoke.
"Mr. Yuehan, no need to thank me, your illness is not yet cured, it's just temporarily suppressed. You won't have any issues for twelve hours; after we land, please hurry to the hospital for a check-up!" Jiang Chen said softly.
"No, no, no, even if it's not cured, you still saved my life. Just now, I felt like I was about to meet Satan! I'm really grateful to you. Could you tell me your name and if it's convenient, leave me your contact information? Once we arrive in Ross City, I will certainly repay you," Yuehan said, repeatedly waving his hands and speaking earnestly.
Jiang Chen thought for a moment, then gave Yuehan his name and phone number, and gently reminded him, "After the plane lands, go to the hospital as soon as possible, the quicker you treat your condition, the better."
