Puluo State, Hai Chi Ridge, First Ridge.
Ma Wu looked at Qin Tianjiu on the bed and asked the medical cultivator beside him, "How long can he last?"
The medical cultivator replied truthfully, "With my abilities, I can sustain him for at most one more day."
"One day is not enough," Ma Wu shook his head, "Doctor Cui won't arrive until the day after tomorrow; think of something else."
The medical cultivator lowered his head, "Master Wu, you have faith in me. I will certainly do my best, but I really can't think of another way,
Ninth Master is severely injured, not only are so many bones broken, but his internal organs are also damaged. If he was strong enough to withstand an elixir, perhaps he could survive one more day, but with his body so frail, how could I dare give him an elixir."
Ma Wu remained silent with a sullen face.
The medical cultivator, fearing Ma Wu's anger, found an excuse and quickly left the room.
