The wound was quickly stitched up. Xiao Qiang hesitated for a moment, then took out a jade box from his person. He opened it, placed out a pill and handed it to Fang Changhe saying, "Take this."
"What is this?" Li Hongru looked at the small pill somewhat strangely, questioning curiously.
Xiao Qiang remained silent, in contrast, Fang Changhe's expression became very serious, he looked at Xiao Qiang cautiously saying, "Doctor Xiao, this, this can't be…"
Xiao Qiang nodded, "It's exactly what you're thinking."
Fang Changhe's expression changed. Despite his weakness, he adamantly shook his head, "It's too valuable, too valuable. I can't accept it."
Xiao Qiang chuckled, obviously very satisfied with Fang Changhe's discernment, "Whether it's valuable or not depends on who holds it. You are my patient, I am your doctor, this might be a treasure in others' hands, but in my hands, it's simply medicine to treat you, do you understand?"
