"Yang, how is my uncle?"
Lan Tingting looked at Yang Tian with a pale face.
"Lan Zheng's body has long been injured and poisoned. It hadn't erupted before, but this time, a cough triggered the toxins, causing them to fully erupt!"
Yang Tian said seriously.
"Ah, is there a way to save my uncle?"
For a moment, Lan Tingting's face was pale without blood, her eyes full of panic.
"I'm fine..."
On the side, Lan Zheng's face was ashen, but he still shook his head firmly, "Yang Tian, you are overthinking, I'm fine, alive and kicking!"
Before he could finish, Lan Zheng started coughing violently again.
As he coughed, he spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"Uncle, there's no need to be strong anymore. In fact, the toxins are right in your chest, they were suppressed before, but now they have erupted."
As he spoke, Yang Tian circulated Spiritual Breath, channeling it into his palm, pressing it onto Lan Zheng's chest.
