Xia Hen sat on the bed, stretched his muscles and bones, and shook his head: "I don't feel anything!"
It really was no feeling at all. In normal times, having cold poison or not having it was actually the same for him. If there was any real difference, it would be when the cold poison flared up.
It seems we can only wait and see if the cold poison will flare up again.
Although Zhen Xiuming repeatedly patted his chest, assuring that the residual poison in Xia Hen's body had been completely eliminated, Ran Qing and Xia Geng were very worried and still had him continue to drink alcohol every day.
Actually, even if Ran Qing and Xia Geng didn't want him to drink, for Xia Hen, drinking had already become a part of his daily life. If he didn't drink a bit every day, he would feel uncomfortable all over.
And so, another year passed, and Xia Hen's cold poison did not flare up even once, which finally reassured Xia Geng and Ran Qing.
However, another head-scratching issue arose.
