"All in all, the moment Song Yun's hand gripped Qingluan's, Song Yun knew everything clearly.
When Song Yun was at his sect, he had learned a thing or two. At that time, the old man had forced Song Yun to bathe in medicinal herbs every day, and later made him memorize the 'Green Satchel Scripture' and the 'Thousand Gold Formula.' Therefore, he had achieved a small degree of proficiency in traditional Chinese medicine. After he went abroad, he even met a master of Chinese medicine and learned quite a bit from him.
Qingluan's palms were slightly sweaty, her whole body's Qi-Blood seemed very deficient, and Song Yun knew that Qingluan had suffered internal injuries.
Why Qingluan would leave in the middle of the night and return with severe injuries, as well as how she herself had made it back home were things Song Yun could roughly guess the truth of.
'I'll grab some medicine later to help you recuperate,' Song Yun whispered.
