Zhong Yuanliang's expression was somewhat vacant. He could feel the abnormalities in his body. Although internal pain was no longer present, he was utterly unable to mobilize his Inner Strength. Looking up at Qin Han, he asked, "Master... Mr. Qin, my martial arts..."
"Why are you worrying about martial arts when your treatment isn't even finished yet?" Zhang Yalin, seeing Zhong Yuanliang's calm expression, felt a pang of heartache and hurriedly spoke.
"My body knows its own condition; you don't need to comfort me." Zhong Yuanliang shook his head, his expression desolate.
Zhang Yalin, observing Zhong Yuanliang's despondent look, anxiously turned to Qin Han, hoping he would say a few words of comfort.
"Yalin is right. The treatment for you and Wanshan isn't over yet; we're just currently lacking one herb. However, you also need to be prepared, because acquiring this herb relies on luck," Qin Han said softly to both of them.
