Duren Burg sprinted towards Qian Jin and propped him into his arms. "Hey, what’s going on? Every time we bury you, there's a huge change when you come out. Are you a planet-form demon beast? But your wounds..."
"It doesn’t matter…" Qian Jin shook his head. "It will be okay after I get some sleep."
Will sleep heal everything? Upon hearing this, Fanta Kunge, who had come to be of help, couldn’t help twisting his lips. Well, it seemed that Qian Jin, as a high-level pharmacist, was the only one qualified to say such words. To the normal people, carrying such severe injuries was equivalent to being a foot into the grave.
