Upon hearing that Preston Chen fell from the mountain, Marcel was even more worried. Just as she was about to go over and recite a healing spell to Preston Chen, Preston Chen raised his head from Ayu's shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter to me. Leave me alone, Marcel, hurry up." Put this medicine into the Shennong Cauldron and give it to Sister Cyril. "
Marcel took the medicinal herb, and Ran Weng said from the side: "This is a century-old grass, and it is indeed a holy medicine for healing. Are you picking the medicine for that girl?"
Preston Chen's face had been scratched several times and his head was covered with mud. Hearing the sound, he smiled and said, "Yes." It was just that he had to say a word just now, but it was difficult to say another word this time. Ran Weng said: "Ah Yu, put him in the room quickly and I'll fix his bones."
Marcel held the century-old Dimin grass. She wanted to put it into the Shennong Cauldron as soon as possible, but she was also worried about Preston Chen's injury, so she whispered: "Ran Weng, Brother Chen..."
"He's fine. It's just some superficial injuries. He'll be fine in two days. Miss Marcel, go quickly."
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