Lin Le stared blankly at the porcelain bottle in his hand. Earlier, in his desperation, he had implored Lu Qian to save his mother without thinking. When Lu Qian said his mother could still be saved, his heart gradually calmed down, and he realized how inappropriate his behavior had been as a mere mortal.
Lu Qian treated him kindly and pointed out the path to treatment, which already made him feel content and grateful. How could he dare to ask for anything more?
The Solar Fire Pill, worth three hundred spirit stones per pill, was something he had optimistically told his mother he could quickly save up for, even though it was only to comfort her. Living in the Workshop District, with monthly head tax, daily necessities, and medication to prevent his mother's condition from worsening too quickly—all of these required spirit stones.
