Zhao Tiezhu walked out the front door with Lin Lang right behind him. Lin Lang was wearing a hospital gown, bracing himself against the doorframe with his right hand; his face was pale, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"I'm fine now!"
Zhao Tiezhu pursed his lips. Of course he was fine—it had cost three drops of Shennong Hundred Herb Liquid. He wondered if he’d ever be able to earn that back.
Chapter 98