Murong Lengchan narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the field of vision, Tang Sanguo lost a lot of weight and his eyes were sunken.

There are spots on my face, neck, and arms.

His ear had a small ulcer.

There was a hole in the palm of my right hand and also on the back of my palm.

At first glance, it looks like it has been penetrated by a chopstick hole.

Rotten wounds and white pustules are clearly visible.

The Three Kingdoms of Tang looked like they were going to die at any time.

However, Murong Lengchan still did not speak. He just looked at Tang Sanguo calmly, as if he was spying on something.

Tang Sanguo did not dodge and allowed Murong Lengchan to examine him.

After a long time, Murong Lengchan withdrew his gaze and smiled:

"It seems that I really think highly of you."

"Okay, no more words. You are seriously ill. Drink less. I'll leave first."

He waved to Tang Sanguo, then turned and left.

Seeing his disappearing back, Tang Sanguo exhaled a long breath, then retracted his right hand and lowered the door curtain.

"I can heal your injury!"

At this moment, Murong Lengchan left and returned like a whirlwind, rushing in front of Tang Sanguo with a whoosh.

Then he grabbed Tang Sanguo's right hand, flashed a dagger and slashed it.

With a bang, the dagger sliced ​​away the pustules and festering flesh on Tang Sanguo's palm.

Blood came out instantly.

"ah--"

Tang Sanguo groaned, his face showing pain.

Murong Lengchan frowned slightly as he looked at the wounds in Tang Sanguo's palms that were still visible despite the rotten flesh being shaved off.

This wound is really a real mess, not a disguise.

Tang Sanguo squeezed out a sentence: "Guan Yunchang scraped bones to heal his wounds, you cut my flesh to heal my illnesses?"

"I owe you a favor."

Murong Lengchan threw down a bottle of beauty and white medicine and turned around to leave:

"Hengcheng returns your daughter..."

Tang Sanguo covered his right hand and said nothing, but looked deeply at Murong Lengchan's wrist.
Chapter completed!