Chapitre 109: Oh, Making Counterfeit Medicine Again

Inside Ye Lingfeng's newly purchased house, Chen Tuo carried a large bag of medicine and walked up a few steps to a bedroom. On the bed lay a person covered in blood, with a deathly pale complexion and weak breath.

"Wan Leng, hold on," he said, furrowing his brows. If it weren't for Wan Leng's special identity, prohibiting him from going to the hospital, there would be no way Chen Tuo would leave him here.

The wounds on his body were peculiar, not resembling cuts from a sharp blade or animal claws. He couldn't describe them accurately; it seemed as if something had corroded him, yet there were no traces of sulfuric acid or similar substances. It was very strange.

In addition, the blood flowing out was dark and cool to the touch, rather than the normal warmth. It was eerie. He tightly pressed his hand against the wound, and in a short time, his hand was stained red with blood.