C530 Can't You Live Well

The wound on Mo Jingyao's hand was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then scabbing.

Just like that, Mo Jingyao had just finished using the medicine. His injuries had already recovered.

It was too miraculous.

"Can you give me some of this medicine?" The leader was stunned for two seconds, then he went forward to ask for some medicine. He didn't ask for such medicine