Dongfang Xinglan nodded lightly and looked down at the blanket covering her body. Feeling her completely relaxed body, she hurriedly sat up, lifted the blanket, and looked at herself. Other than the tears from the wounds, her clothes were perfectly intact.
She quietly let out a breath.
Lu Jin'an's eyes held a hint of amusement: "Don't worry, I only gave you a Spirit Pill."
"..."
Turning her head to glance at Lu Jin'an, Dongfang Xinglan's body tensed slightly. Was this the truth or a lie?
Never mind, it doesn't matter.
Dongfang Xinglan pursed her lips and said softly, "Thank you, Saint Lu."
Regardless, the injuries were ultimately healed with Lu Jin'an's help.
In the Eastern Dynasty, there truly wasn't such a Spiritual Elixir that could heal such injuries in a short time.
Perhaps there was, but no one understood pharmacology, and no one could use it.
