'It's okay if you don't leave.'
Feng Yin sighed inwardly, realizing it was truly impossible to treat the injury alone. He said, "I believe you all feel the same way, you still won't be at ease leaving me here alone."
He hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Fine."
He then took out a small jade vial from his bosom. There were only two spiritual pills inside. They were translucent and beautiful, as if they had a life of their own.
"These are the last two Heavenly Spirit Pills I have left. It's really hard to pay debts of gratitude..."
Feng Yin mumbled in a sorrowful tone.
Everyone present was elated.
The Heavenly Spirit Pill? The last two pills?
It seemed so high-end. It seemed the Marshal truly had hope.
Zhuang Weiran lowered his eyes.
Hu Lengyue's face showed no expression.
Feng Yin propped up the unconscious Ma Daocheng and rudely prised his mouth open, causing his jaw to drop with an audible click. He then put a medicinal pill inside, followed by half a bowl of water.