After a while, the wound was finally treated, and Yang Cheng felt his body recovering, but he still sensed a trace of poison had entered his system.
Unfortunately, that tiny remnant of poison couldn't be cleared out; he could only rely on his own recovery, not knowing what effects it would have in the future.
"How are you feeling now? Is your body uncomfortable?"
Yun Chan leaned in front of him, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.
A faint fragrance emanated from her, and due to her anxiety, a button on her collar had somehow fallen off, revealing a large patch of white tender skin on her chest.
The two mounds of Soft Jade trembled with her breathing, making Yang Cheng feel parched and dry-mouthed.
"Indeed, a bit uncomfortable."
As he spoke, he suddenly collapsed weakly onto the bed.
Yun Chan was taken aback, hurriedly grabbing a gourd and supporting his head to pour the Purifying Spirit Spring into his mouth.
"What are you doing?"
Yang Cheng was bewildered by her actions.
