Fang Sheng Lin’s Condition

Nan Hua watched the two bickered from the side, her eyes flashed with mischievous light.

It was rare to see Long Qian Xing like this.

In the end, Fang Sheng Lin was simply tied to the bed by Long Qian Xing in a separate tent. And the powerless Fang Sheng Lin couldn't do anything but to surrender.

"You better do it fast." Fang Sheng Lin glanced at Nan Hua indignantly. He really didn't want to bet his life on his enemy like this. Not to mention, he barely knew anything about Nan Hua's medical skill.

This made him very aggrieved.

But he really couldn't do anything and sighed deeply at his own condition.

Nan Hua nodded. "It will not take a long time."

"Huh?"

Taking some items that was already prepared, Nan Hua then mixed a bowl of herbs, placing it near Fang Sheng Lin's fingertips.