In the car, after a few strikes from Chen Yang, the stagnant blood in Yang Hu's body was expelled, and his deathly pale face gradually regained a hint of color.
Chen Yang took out a thumb-sized porcelain bottle, poured out two mung bean-sized pills, and handed them to Yang Hu. "Eat these."
"Golden Wound Pills?" Yang Hu waved his hands in refusal. "This is too precious! It was specially prepared for you by the Elders' Court. I can't accept it."
It was said that each Golden Wound Pill was made from a secret formula that combined over three thousand rare herbs through an incredibly complex and lengthy process. In terms of cost alone, a single tiny pill was worth several hundred thousand. While calling it a miracle cure that could bring the dead back to life was an exaggeration, its effects on injuries—especially internal ones—were outstanding.
In the entire Martial Department, the number of people who carried Golden Wound Pills could be counted on one hand.
