"Little Divine Doctor, you've worked hard," Lu Qingmu expressed his gratitude.
"Administering treatment is my duty. Sect Leader Lu, it's time to treat your illness now."
Qin Yang's gaze shifted to Lu Qingmu's face, where a wisp of black qi lingered between his brows.
"Little Divine Doctor, you've been working all day. It's already dark. After dinner, you could rest and treat me tomorrow," Lu Qingmu suggested.
"It's no problem for me to delay one night, but are you willing to endure that pain for another night? Qin Yang shook his head with a smile.
At these words, Lu Qingmu, Zhou Yizhen, and the gloomy-faced Long Ao all had a change of expression.
Lu Qingmu turned his gaze to Zhou Yizhen, who slightly shook his head, indicating that he hadn't told Qin Yang anything.
"How about this, I am indeed a bit tired now. Midnight is probably when the symptoms are most severe, right? I'll treat you at that time. For now, let's eat first."
