"Thank you, Prince Song, for saving lives."

The lean old man and Zhou Yun's disciples saluted Song Yan.

"cough."

Suddenly, the lean old man began to cough violently again. With the cough, a lot of blood spilled from his mouth. Obviously, in the course of the operation just now, his injury aggravated again.

"Master, what's wrong with you? I'm going to cook medicine for you! " Seeing his master like this, Zhou Yun was about to cry.

"No, those drugs are useless."

Zhou Yun, who was blocked by the lean old man, smoothed the blood stains from the corners of his mouth calmly and said, "It's impossible to be afraid...