Just as Rong Heng was about to crush the porcelain bottle in his hand, after a brief surge of blood, the internal injuries he had suffered today unexpectedly began to heal.
After a while, his breath steadied, and a flicker of astonishment flashed in Rong Heng's eyes.
The medicine sent by Gu Lan actually proved beneficial.
If he remembered correctly, this medicine was an ancient formula, extremely precious in its ingredients; even if he knew the formula, he couldn't afford to buy those herbs.
No one knows, this Ghost Doctor, highly sought after and renowned in the world for a hundred years, is in fact a humble abandoned child who can't even afford the medicine he takes himself.
Jiu, seeing Rong Heng's usual complexion, finally sighed in relief and murmured, "Didn't expect the medicine to be real, scared me to death..."
Unable to suppress his curiosity, he asked again:
"Your Highness, is Young Master Gu really impotent?"
