At the same time, in another part of the same house, the man in white was panting deeply, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. The usually aloof Mu Shaoling was now solemnly taking the pulse of the man in white.
Sometimes he furrowed his brow, sometimes he relaxed it, and sometimes his veins seemed to bulge out.
"Shaoling, don't worry like this. It's the same as always, and I'm not going to die anyway," the man in white said indifferently.
"Although there is no threat to your life, having such an attack from time to time is enough to be unbearable," Mu Shaoling said gloomily. "It's a pity that there is only one black pearl like this, and the medicine produced from it is limited."
"This black pearl is extremely precious, and even you and I don't see it every day, how can we use it as medicine every day?"
After the man in white finished speaking, a servant brought him water to rinse his mouth. After he had rinsed his mouth, the servant brought him a bowl of porridge.
