Before Xu Ke arrived at Wang Yu's villa, Wang Wu only knew that Tang Yingchang was sick. However, Tang Yingchang was still an expert at the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm, just like himself. Experts of such caliber were invariably proud and haughty. Wang Wu seemed amiable, but that was only toward Xu Ke and Wong Qifu. When he shattered Uncle Qiu's meridians with a single move, his temper had been far from pleasant.
Therefore, Wang Wu couldn't fathom why an expert of his own level would kneel before Xu Ke. It was inconceivable!
Xu Ke replied, "Because I promised to save him."
"Save him? Hasn't he been taking medicine all this time?" Wang Wu asked curiously.
"There's a problem with the prescription he's been taking."
Wang Wu was stunned. "A problem?"
"Didn't he say it was a Medical Saint's prescription that he'd found in the Long Capital black market?"
"How could there be a problem with a prescription from the Medical Saint?"
