"Xiao Bin, do you have anything to tell me?"

Zhao Wenhou slowed down at this time, enduring chest pain and depression, intermittently asked.

"Help you heal, don't talk, just a minute."

Zhao Bin didn't give much explanation either. He pulled Zhao Wenhou's clothes apart and saw his opponent's chest. Of course, he also saw the golden mark.

When he saw the golden mark, Zhao Bin was relieved. As long as he had the mark, he could cure his father's illness.

With his hands on his father's chest, his thumb began to move slowly. As Zhao Bin's strength continued to increase, the golden mark slowly faded.

At this time, Zhao Wenhou's...