Yang Chan followed Zhao Yi to check on the injured disciples. Most of those who had held on long enough to return to the Cyan Yuan Sect had survived.
Their will to live was strong to begin with, and after receiving proper treatment, most had pulled through. Their recovery was progressing quite well. A few had relapsed and still required observation, but the overall situation was positive.
At least, of those brought back, no one had died yet, which was good news.
"Pharmacist Yang, while you were away, I tried Refining the Lantian Jade Refining Pill and failed again. Can I ask for your advice?"
Zhao Yi hastily asked as soon as Yang Chan was finished.
As he followed Yang Chan, he had wanted to speak up multiple times but held his tongue. For someone as talkative as him, this was its own form of torture.
Now that Yang Chan had finally finished checking on the injured disciples, he couldn't hold back any longer, and the words came tumbling out.
