Then, Lu Chen somehow found some wound medicine and began treating Old Ma’s bruises and injuries.
“Gently, gently… Uh!”
Old Ma’s chubby face twisted painfully as cold sweat poured down his forehead. He glared angrily at Lu Chen, gritting his teeth. “You bastard! Didn’t you see how badly I was injured? Couldn’t you go a little easier?”
Lu Chen remained silent for a moment, then continued tending the wounds with careful, precise movements.
Old Ma nearly fainted from the shock. It took him a long time to recover. When he finally came to his senses, he seemed to have no strength left even to curse Lu Chen.
Lu Chen glanced at him calmly and said, “‘Black Serpent’—it’s a good thing. Although it hurts a little, it can help you recover some energy quickly. You won’t die on the road.”
Old Ma,
