Mu Yangling's medicinal wine was indeed superb. Not only was it effective, but it was also painful.
Mu Yangling poured some medicinal wine into her palm and rubbed it against her palms before applying it on Qi Haoran's body. With a little force, the medicinal wine seeped into Qi Haoran's chest, bringing with it waves of pain. Even though Qi Haoran prided himself on being a man who was not afraid of pain, he could not help but bite his fist in a bid not to make a sound.
Seeing the cold sweat on Qi Haoran's forehead, Fan Zijin couldn't help but ask anxiously, "Will your medicinal wine work?"
Mu Yangling said as she exerted force, "It won't hurt after the clotted blood dissipates. Ask Qi Haoran if it's useful."
Although Qi Haoran was sweating from the pain, he still took the time to nod at Fan Zijin.
