Ye Zhongshan had always been as steady as Mount Tai, but now, he had actually lost his composure.
He leaped out of bed and moved his body freely without any hindrance; his condition was as if he had suddenly become ten years younger.
You have to know, his injuries had been examined by two Saint Physicians, countless extraordinary figures, using endless precious Spiritual Medicines, and various methods, but none were able to cure him.
Yet now, in this small Yancheng, a young man had cured him in just two hours.
This was simply unbelievable.
Ye Zhongshan prided himself on being able to control everything, but this outcome had greatly exceeded his expectations.
He quickly approached Zhou Yu, and seeing Zhou Yu's pale face, he was full of gratitude.
"Zhou Yu, are you alright?"
Zhou Yu shook his head.
"I'm fine, just a bit overexerted."
"This time, thank you."
"I will remember this kindness."
The simple four words, coming from Ye Zhongshan's mouth, were heavier than Mount Tai.
