Half an hour later, Ma Zhao's fractured ribs had been treated with a special technique by Yang Fei, and his internal injuries were also suppressed, gently waking him up.
"Mr. Yang." Ma Zhao opened his eyes, saw Yang Fei, and instinctively called out.
Yang Fei nodded and said, "You broke three ribs, but luckily they didn't puncture the chest cavity. You're quite fortunate."
Ma Zhao, his face pale, expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. Yang, for saving my life."
Yang Fei shook his head with a smile and said, "I charge for my services, so no need for thanks."
Ma Zhao also laughed, but the laughter triggered his internal injuries, causing him to cough a few times in pain.
Yang Fei said, "I've prescribed a formula for you. Take it on time every day, and after about ten to fifteen days you should mostly recover."
Ma Zhao was overjoyed, "Mr. Yang truly is a Divine Doctor. Normally, such internal injuries wouldn't heal for three to five months."
