Ning Xiangyu let out a faint hum, the pain from her back was intense, but she endured it.
After a few minutes, the black mist on her back began to dissipate, like silk being removed from a cocoon, strands of Demonic Qi being drawn out by the medicinal herbs.
Once the Demonic Qi vanished, only a handprint wound remained on her back, but it was healing quickly.
A dozen minutes later, Qin Hao said, "Mr. Ning is already healed, just rest for two or three days, and the injuries will be almost completely healed."
Ning Xiangyu: "Thank you, Master Hao."
Qin Hao smiled and said, "No need to thank me; once you're fully recovered, I'll have to come collect my revenge."
Suddenly, the gratitude in Ning Xiangyu's heart vanished without a trace.
This guy can't talk; everything he says just ruins the mood.
...
A few minutes later, Ning Xiangyu said, "Master Hao, wait for a few days?"
Qin Hao: "Then Mr. Ning, take good care of your wounds."
