บท 569: Uncle, Let Me Treat You.

"Hm," Wei Zhiqian paused for a few more seconds before barely making such a sound that sounded as if it required quite some effort to voice.

Tan Mo stayed where she was and was nervously swallowing her saliva.

Finally, Wei Zhiqian moved away and sat up.

His waist seemed to be bent a lot more than usual.

As soon as Wei Zhiqian moved away, the cool autumn night wind took the opportunity to come blowing.

The cool wind blew and with this, Tan Mo's mind also became clearer.

She finally remembered that she had healing magic.

No matter where Wei Zhiqian felt uncomfortable, couldn't she just treat him?

So Tan Mo quickly said, "Uncle, let me treat you."

Wei Zhiqian: "..."

It wasn't like he could tell Tan Mo what was going on.

If Tan Mo accidentally exerted too much of her healing magic on him and rendered him 'unable', who could he go to reason with?