Chuxi's magical hand

"Shopkeeper Lin, you're treating us like outsiders. If it wasn't for your kind reminder, we might have fallen into advisor Yin's trap. I can't even thank you enough, so how can I accept your consultation fee?" Said Ling Chuxi as she waved her hand.

"Then I'll have to thank the two of you." Although the shopkeeper believed in Ling Chuxi's identity as a spiritual alchemist, he did not think that her medical and alchemy skills would be so strong, so he did not act bashful.

The shopkeeper brought Ling Chuxi and Huangfu qingjue into the house in the backyard. On the sickbed lay a young man with a Haggard face. He was about 16 or 17 years old and looked somewhat similar to the shopkeeper, but his eyes were a little dull.

"Xiaode, this is a spirit Alchemist from the ethereal sect residence. He's here to treat you." The shopkeeper helped the young man up and said kindly.

"Oh, cough cough." The young man coughed heavily a few times, his eyes still dull.