"Don't worry, I'm fine," Lin Bei said with a smile, trying to reassure Zhang Yixin, who was clearly still concerned.
As the foremost divine physician of this era, Lin Bei understood the structure of his own body very well, so concocting an antidote was not a challenging task for him.
Seeing this, Zhang Yixin stopped insisting and continued to drive with complete focus.
Meanwhile, Lin Bei took out his mobile phone.
His hand had become stiff, and even just taking out his phone required a great deal of effort.
He even felt that his arm could no longer bend. Any attempt to bend it would result in a tearing pain.
With great difficulty, he managed to get through to Shen Liancheng on the phone.
"Where are the things I asked for?"
Yesterday, Shen Liancheng had mobilized all his resources and searched for an entire day, but he hadn't been able to find detailed information on Medical Honor, only some fragmented intel.
