Master From the King's Fort Chapter 119

When Logan Yang woke up, he felt coolness on the palms of his injured face.

There were no candles lit in the room, and the moonlight poured in through the window, casting spots of light.

I turned over lazily, feeling a little dizzy.

When I opened my five fingers, I found that the wound was covered with a thin layer of ointment. I tried to rub it, and a faint smell of medicine floated into my nose. Even if I don't understand pharmacology, I should know that this is a rare and good medicine.

Logan Yang closed his eyes and pinched his brows. He wanted to continue sleeping, but his stomach growled in protest.