Fang Yuan stared at the girl for a long moment more, then let out a low, irritable sigh.
"Alright, alright. If this turns out to be some grand scam, I'm punching someone," he muttered.
With a flick of his wrist, a slender porcelain bottle appeared in his hand, a mid-grade healing elixir from his interspatial ring.
This elixir was not cheap nor was it common but it was renowned to be effective.
He knelt down carefully, still watching her face for any signs of deception.
"Open your mouth," he said.
She didn't respond.
Her lips were cracked. Her breathing shallow. One eye was swollen shut, and the other fluttered faintly as if she barely registered he was even there.
"…Tch."
Fang Yuan clicked his tongue and gently tilted her head back.
With practiced care, he pulled the stopper from the bottle and poured a small stream of the elixir into her mouth.
It dribbled out the side.
She wasn't even conscious enough to swallow.
Fang Yuan's jaw tensed.
