A Miracle Doctor Without Martial Skills Is Not A Good Actor (3)

The game of Go came to an end.

The Supreme Elder stroked his beard, "Mr. Yu, your skills in go are exceptional. I am humbled."

"I've come for some medicinal herbs," Yu Xiheng said, pushing a list towards him. "I need everything on this list."

The Supreme Elder took the list and frowned, "These aren't the herbs for treating your leg."

"Yes," Yu Xiheng responded coolly. "They are for something else, available only here."

"The medicine for your leg must not be interrupted," the Supreme Elder cautioned, concerned. "If it is, your recovery could be jeopardized."

Yu Xiheng's gaze swept over him, silent and scrutinizing.

The Supreme Elder, under the bear the force of such gaze, sweated under the intensity of his stare.

"It's alright," Yu Xiheng said after a few seconds, a faint smile appearing. "My leg is already healed."