Shen Bijun paid no attention to Yan Zixuan's words and instead spoke up, "If you let us join the martial arts competition, I can share the formula of this medicinal balm with the army, so the military medics can mix it. I assure you that after training, the next day your waists and legs won't feel sore."
Yan Zixuan scoffed coldly, "How is that possible? Do you think you're the Divine Doctor or something?"
Although the soldiers had grown accustomed to their training regimen, they would inevitably have to intensify their training before the martial arts competition, and by the next day, they would still wake up with soreness and aches.
The military medics had long been studying medicinal balms; in fact, even Yan Zixuan had old injuries, and was wearing a medicated plaster on his back, but those provided only relief and couldn't genuinely eliminate the pain and soreness, could they?
If Shen Bijun truly had this ability, it would be an absolute blessing for the soldiers!
