Xue Fanxin checked Ye Jiushang's injuries, realizing the severity of his condition. New injuries were piled on top of the old ones, which should be a day or two old.
Despite being injured, he fought with a powerful opponent like the Lord of Nether City. One could imagine how tragic that battle had been.
"Ah Jiu, this is a pill I refined myself. Although its grade is a little low, it's more or less useful. Take it. I'll treat you with silver needles later."
Ye Jiushang knew that the medicinal pill Xue Fanxin had refined was of a low grade and was not useful to his injuries. However, he still ate it obediently. At this moment, his heart was warm.
How many people in this world could truly have feelings for their lovers? When disaster struck, they would fly everywhere. There were very few people who could truly share hardships and never leave each other.
