Meng Chong saw that his face was pale, his breath was disordered, and his injuries were not light. He gritted his teeth and pulled out a small bottle.
"What's the point in not sacrificing something if you seek great rewards?"
He poured out a pill and said, "Here, take this pill, and your injuries will recover quickly."
Meng Shushu suddenly became alert, Could this medicine be a means to control him?
"No need, I have Healing Medicine too..."
"What kind of Healing Medicine is that? How can it match mine?"
Meng Chong put the pill away, glanced at the pill in his palm with a look of great distress on his face, and without another word, shoved it into Meng Shushu's mouth.
"This is made from eighteen stalks of grade six Spiritual Medicine using a special method of refinement. I only have a few of these pills, and each one is extremely valuable. For your injuries, I really went all out!"
Meng Chong said, his face twisted in a pained expression.