Shen Ruojing ignored Yan Zixuan's words and spoke up, "If you allow us to participate in the martial arts competition, I can share this ointment's formula with the army, so the military doctors can prepare it. I guarantee that after training, you won't feel sore in your waist and legs the next day."
Yan Zixuan scoffed, "How is that possible? Do you think that you're some kind of divine doctor?"
Although the soldiers were already accustomed to the training, they would definitely have to intensify their training before the martial arts competition.
At that time, the soldiers would still be unable to bear the soreness when waking up the next day.
The military doctors had been researching such ointments for a long time.
In fact, even Yan Zixuan himself had old injuries and was using a plaster on his back, but those could only provide relief, not completely eliminate the pain and soreness.
