The Flower Witch had a realization.
Before this, she had always suspected that Chen Qi was a follower of the deep-sea monsters, with special brands etched on his skin!
It turned out, he was just a poor man suffering from illness.
She understood the feeling of being stricken with severe illness and finally realized why Chen Qi was so reckless, even crazed, in many of his decisions!
A man on his deathbed inevitably carries a trace of despair, a trace of madness.
He had no choice! Burdened with such a terminal disease, he could only fight desperately!
Only that way could he earn enough money to treat his illness.
Like a gentle doctor, the Flower Witch patted his shoulder and softly said,
"Qi, don't worry too much, the Sea Beast disease isn't fatal for a Second-order Transcendent.
Besides, I am a Pharmacist; believe me, one day, you will be cured!"
"Everything will get better!"
Chen Qi offered a bitter smile.
He was actually being comforted by a long-time sickly person.
