"So you're a doctor..." Qingye Piaoxue murmured.
"Alright, don't talk. Your breath is all over my mouth, it's like you're spewing fire," Lin Dong teased even at this moment.
After hearing this, Qingye Piaoxue's cheeks flushed red.
It was unclear whether her fever had worsened or if she was just feeling shy.
However, she obediently refrained from speaking and even closed her eyes, trustingly believing in Lin Dong without choice, letting down all her defenses.
Although defenses were futile anyway. But as a martial artist, completely letting down one's guard while sick indicated a deep trust in another person from the bottom of her heart.
Lin Dong was still continuously channeling Inner Qi into Qingye Piaoxue at this moment.
This went on for a whole day.
Even though Lin Dong was incredibly strong, he was almost at his limit now.
Fortunately, Qingye Piaoxue had improved a lot by now, and she had managed to get through this bout of sickness.
