C893 The Winner Is Ill
Holy Medical Pavilion Master nodded. His smile was a little ugly. "Are you afraid that I will lie to you? Since Young Master Ouyang is here, why don't you let him be your witness! "
" I said that I will give it to you when I recover. Why are you in such a hurry? " Soong Ningyu slowly took the bowl of medicine and blew on it. There were some sweet grass roots in the medicine