Ethan Fang had to spit out the blood in his chest whether he wanted to or not, he couldn't help it.
Although it's a bit passive, I can't deny that this thing is really useful.
As soon as the blood came out, the bearded man fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, and the others followed suit, begging, "Master, you must take care of yourself."
That expression, that look, it seemed that if Ethan Fang died, they would be buried with him.
Ethan Fang wiped the blood off his palm with a handkerchief and waved his hand, "Everyone, get up. Let Duan Lin come back. I don't need to take medicine. I will be fine after a few days of recuperation."
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