Chu Yang touched his head and sighed, "I don't know what happened either."
"After sleeping, I could move my body, but my hair was gone, which is really infuriating."
Yu Renxian and Ye Zhen exchanged glances, equally baffled by Chu Yang's sudden hair loss, their minds as foggy as a monk who can't find his temple.
Chu Yang secretly speculated that his hair loss could very likely be a side effect of Karmic Disease.
However, he did not intend to tell them that.
Given the complexity and mystery of Karmic Disease, even if he told them, they wouldn't be able to help much.
Chu Yang looked at Yu Renxian and said, "I need some Chinese medicinal herbs."
"I need them to treat an illness, and once they're gathered, bring them here immediately as I urgently need them."
Yu Renxian's face was respectful as he asked, "Mr. Chu, what Chinese medicinal herbs do you need?"
Chu Yang asked, "Do you have paper and pen?"
