Treatment! Wrecking Scums (2)

Yu Xiheng remained silent, his demeanor heavy and calm.

Feng San rarely saw Yu Xiheng display any emotion.

He was a man who could perfectly conceal all his feelings.

Even when angered, he remained composed and unruffled.

But this composure only made his presence more terrifying.

Having followed Yu Xiheng for nearly a decade, Feng San still couldn't fathom what he was thinking.

Feng San couldn't help but think of a phrase:

The heart of an emperor, a needle in the sea.

Soon, Si Fuqing obtained the necessary herbs, preparing a topical ointment and handing it to Feng San before starting to brew an internal medicine.

Feng San's hands trembled, making it difficult to apply the ointment.

He and Xi Jiang often teased each other, neither giving in, but they were brothers.

The word "brother" carried great weight.

It took him a full half-hour to finish applying the medicine and bandaging Xi Jiang.