Murong Lengchan narrowed his eyes slightly.

In his vision, Tang Sanguo lost weight a lot again and his eyes were deep in.

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

His ears were ulcerated.

A hole was also ulcerated in the palm of the palm and the back of the right hand.

At first glance, it seems like it is penetrated by chopsticks.

The rotten wounds and white pustules are clearly visible.

The Tang Sanguo seemed to be silly at any time.

However, Murong Lengchan still didn't say anything, just looked at Tang Sanguo peacefully, as if he was spying on something.

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

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

"It seems that I really look up to you."

"Okay, I won't say anything. You have a bad health. Drink less and I'll leave first."

He waved to Tang Sanguo, then turned around and left.

Looking at his disappearing back, Tang Sanguo let out a long breath, then withdrew his right hand and lowered the door curtain.

"I can cure your injury!"

At this moment, Murong Lengchan returned like a whirlwind and rushed to the front of Tang Sanguo with a whoosh.

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

With a pounce, the dagger cut off the pustules and festering flesh from the palm of Tang Sanguo.

Blood came out instantly.

"ah--"

Tang Sanguo groaned, his face in pain.

Murong Lengchan frowned slightly as he looked at the wounds in the palm of Tang Sanguo who cut off the rotten meat but was still visible.

This wound is really really bad, not disguised.

Tang Sanguo squeezed out a sentence: "Guan Yun scraped his bones and cured his wounds, would you please peel the flesh to cure the disease?"

"I owe you a favor."

Murong Lengchan threw down a bottle of red-eye white medicine and turned around and left:

"Hengcheng returns your daughter..."

Tang Sanguo covered his right hand without saying anything, but looked at Murong Lengchan's wrist with deep eyes.
Chapter completed!