"...Yes, no problem."
"Are your medical skills that poor?"
Nangong Xu's casual remark made several doctors break out in a cold sweat.
"It seems there are no issues for now, but we will definitely strive to find the cause!"
Nangong Xu cast his gaze back: "You have two days to find out, or don't bother coming to see me!"
"Yes, yes!"
The doctors couldn't wait to leave.
Nangong Xu suddenly squinted his sinister eyes.
He didn't believe his body was fine; if it was, would he be vomiting blood, fainting?
His body has always been robust, hardly ever catching a cold.
So he absolutely didn't believe he would vomit blood for no reason!
Nangong Xu's mind spun quickly—
He soon recalled the day he dueled with Ruan Tianling.
At that time, Ruan Tianling had scratched his arm with something...
Nangong Xu rolled up his sleeve, the place where he was scratched still hadn't healed, leaving a long, thin scar.
He touched it with his hand, a sinister smile curled at his lips.
