Unserious Immortal Physique Cultivation

In truth, Wang Hou was inwardly resistant to the idea of Amoxicillin capsules.

After all, he knew his own injury better than anyone.

It was no big deal for a Void-tier elite to have a hole in his belly, but the problem was the Sword Will and Demonic Qi that the Sky Demon Cult's Saint left upon his wounds. Even so, he just had to remain in confinement to recover around ten days to half a month and grind that off with his own Yuan Qi.

Hence, he stammered for quite a while, simply unwilling to take the medicine.

Jiang He lifted a brow at that, and asked, "Could you be afraid of taking medicine, Minister Wang?"

Wang Hou sneered inwardly. Are you goading me now?

Sure, that works on children, but what use was that against him?

"Jiang He, I really can't take that medicine. Moreover, the Amoxicillin capsule is anti-inflammatory, which helps with easing nose infection… Eh?"

Wang Hou's expression changed before he finished.