"When did you become so tough? Did you secretly take some Immortal Pills without telling me? Where did you get them? Are there any left?" The drunk slurred his words as he leaned in closer, eager to see more clearly.
"Just took some medicine twice," Jun Moyan pulled his clothing back and buttoned up.
"What kind of medicine is so magical?"
"Just some ordinary external wound medicine."
"Really?"
At this point, the drunk had completely lost any desire to sleep, his whole person became incredibly alert.
This was quite rare for Qing Yi to witness.
After all, this drunkard spent 32 days of the month completely unconscious from drinking...
Qing Yi had thought he was going to give up on medical practices, but it seemed that wasn't the case; he just hadn't found anything that piqued his interest yet.
"Do you need to take my blood for a test?" Jun Moyan asked the drunk.
He felt that someone had tampered with his body while he was not paying attention.
