Ryan Stark pointed to the sofa beside him, motioned for Wilson Foster to lie down, then took out the silver needle, and treated Wilson Foster with it.
Seeing the silver needles in Ryan Stark's hands, as if turning into streamers of light, Wilson Foster believed in Ryan Stark's medical skills even more.
Half an hour later, Ryan Stark stood still, dripping with sweat.
He secretly sighed in his heart, he had just built the foundation, and his cultivation base was still too low. If his cultivation base were higher, he wouldn't be nearly out of strength like he is now.
Wilson Foster poured a cup of tea for Ryan Stark again, then took out a bank card, and put it in front of Ryan Stark respectfully, "Mr. Stark, this is one million, the password is six ones, please accept, I After recovering,
