On that day, Sea City.
"Zhao Qing is recovering well enough to be up and about and is currently undergoing rehabilitation. He should be back on the battlefield soon," the attending doctor in a white coat said to a tall, silver-haired young man beside him at the warrior medical base.
"Thanks to that vial of potion you provided, we were able to save his life. However, I've always been curious. While the potion is indeed capable of bone regeneration, its ability to regenerate blood and tendons shouldn't be as potent. So how did it manage to reconnect Zhao Qing's severed body?"
"This matter is inconvenient to disclose," Su Ang replied lightly, as the image of the girl who had stuffed the hemostatic medicine into his arms flickered through his mind. "Also, I would prefer it if you kept the matter of the potion secret. Do not let my father find out."
