The bleeding stopped immediately.
Then, right before Fang Zhen's eyes, it scabbed over at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Fang Zhen was stunned.
By now, the wound on Mark's left hand had already scabbed over. He then used his right hand to peel the scab off.
Underneath, a thin white line of tender new skin was visible. The wound had healed completely—the flesh had even regenerated.
Fang Zhen pressed his lips together. After staring at Mark's palm for a moment, he turned to Gwendolyn.
"Master..."
"This ointment is very effective, but it can't prevent that condition you called 'infection,' nor can it treat poisons," Gwendolyn explained, thinking Fang Zhen was still skeptical about its effects.
"No, Master. I was just wondering... do you have any more of this ointment? Is it for sale?"
"Whatever the price, I'll take it all," Fang Zhen said.
Gwendolyn blinked, momentarily stunned.
"You want to buy this healing medicine?"
