"You will be fine after a while."
Feng Ye said to them, then he walked towards them on his short legs: "Although you have taken the antidote, you still won't be able to recover for a while. Since they're dead anyway, you can take a rest."
Upon hearing this, the mercenaries felt strange in their hearts. What happened earlier gave them the feeling that these children didn't need their escort and protection at all. With their skill and wit, they were good enough to protect themselves.
"Sunny, are you hurt?" Feng Ye asked Zhao Yang and looked up and down at him.
"No." Zhao Yang shook his head and replied.
"Sunny, how much more medicine do we have?" Feng Ye pulled him to one side and the two little children chatted.
"We've finished the one that you used earlier, but we still have some medicines for internal and external injuries."
