In the quiet attic, Su Li was diagnosing Ling Qinglan. The more Su Li diagnosed, the more she frowned. Finally, she couldn’t help but blame him. She said, “Oh! Lord Ling is really desperate. You are still alive only because of the elixir I gave you. When its efficacy disappears, you will vomit blood and die immediately.”

Ling Qinglan scratched his head embarrassedly. He was ready to die at all times. Therefore, he was not flustered when hearing what Su Li said. He smiled ...