Bai Zheng didn't speak, walking straight out of the waiting room.
Once in the car, he leaned back against the cushion, closing his eyes to rest. After a while, he spoke softly, "How much medicine do we have left?"
"Mr. Bai, we still have other medicines, but the specific formula made by Divine Doctor Di Wu only has a three-day supply left. I inquired with the prescription, and no one can replicate its effect."
The assistant turned back, speaking with concern.
Bai Zheng's eyes flickered, and his expression remained indifferent, "If Diwu Zexuan's medicine were easy to reproduce, he wouldn't be called the Top Divine Doctor."
"What should we do then?" The assistant straightened in sudden tension, "Mr. Bai, your body is still in recovery, and this is a critical time, you cannot stop the medicine!"
But Bai Zheng had left without a word back then; seeking Diwu Zexuan now might not only fail to get the medicine but also risk exposing his whereabouts.
