“Please come in, sir,” Chu Qianxun turned and let someone behind her follow.

It was an old man over 50 years old, with triangular eyes and a splayed eyebrow. He was thin, and had a bitter and harsh look.

“It’s him,” Chu Qianxun lifted the blanket covering Ye Peitian’s body. She piled up the bedding on the bed so it covered Ye Peitian’s face and only exposed the area on his chest.

The old man looked at those fierce wounds,and he shivered. He was just a low healer who had lived in the black street. He had never seen such a serious injury. He knew he couldn’t cure such injuries.

((Whether he can be cured, according to the rules, as long as the healer takes action, he must charge.))

This woman foolishly invited him to treat this person with such a serious injury, but she could only blame herself for being stupid.

“This will hurt a little bit, and I’m not absolutely sure if it will get cured,” he pretended.

“It’s alright, just do your best.”

For Chu Qianxun, as long as Ye Peitian’s wounds could be relieved slightly, there was hope that he would heal himself.She dared not invite high-level healer, nor could she.

In order to treat Ye Peitian’s injury, she almost spent all her savings, and even more than half of the magic crystals Gao Yan gave her.

However, Gao Yan’s life was saved by Ye Peitian. So she had no psychological burden to spend her magical crystals.

The old man coughed and stretched out his fingers like chicken feet, hovering over Ye Peitian’s body.

The white light shrouded those scary wounds, and a black arc suddenly appeared on the wound. The arc surged violently, covering up along the white light.

The old man was taken aback. He took hold of his trembling wrist and stabilized his body with all his strength. He raised the white light in his hand hard, and the bottom of the white light was stained with countless scary black lines.

He took two steps back and fell on the wall with cold sweat.

“This, this…” He shook his hand, knowing that the person in front of him was probably unable to survive.

He said, “This is not the same as what was said. The injury is too heavy, causing my old bones to fall apart. He can only wait for his death.”Chu Qianxun took out a bag of magic crystals and placed them in his hands respectfully.

The old man opened the bag and glanced at it. His face was not very good, “So little, although it is a good amount, I am a low-level healer. I have spent so much of my power, enough to cure a few men, so add more.”

Chu Qianxun apologized, saying that she didn’t have any magical crystals, and sent the very dissatisfied healer out.

The man didn’t want to but he couldn’t mess with the saints.

The old man mumbled and complained all the way out of the hotel. On a flat road, his calf was pulled by something and he fell on the ground unexpectedly.

“What’s happening? Who did this?” He jumped up and looked around alertly.

There was no one on all sides, and only a thin layer of yellow sand was flowing in the breeze on the ground.

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