The cries of misery over there were intermittently accompanied by Lan Ling changing his tone: "Ah~ Ah— Ah! You all look so delighted, how about it, how about it? You must be especially grateful to me, all right, all right, if you like it come again next time~"
If the three people could spare the effort to look at Lan Ling now, their gazes could probably kill him ten thousand times over.
I've seen shameless people, but never anyone this shameless!
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When Han Jing arrived at Yao Xiang Pavilion, Su Xingqiao's wound had already been stitched up by An Chuxue, medicine applied and bandaged.
Yun Feng had someone prepare medicine for him, which had just been consumed.
"Brother Qiao, are you alright?" Han Jing saw that his face was looking slightly better, but she was still a bit worried.
Actually, most of Su Xingqiao's prior injuries had already been healed by Han Jing. Now with more medicine and Yun Feng's pills, along with the huge bowl of herbal soup, he felt perfectly fine.
