A table and three chairs were brought out.
Mo Liancheng occupied two of the seats, and the remaining one was for those who came forward to seek treatment.
On the table, there were writing materials prepared for someone to record things.
Intermittent rumbles and vibrations came and went, but they didn't greatly influence the area.
The village was still bustling.
Qu Tan'er, feeling bored, watched idly from the side, digging through her possessions before handing Mo Liancheng two bottles, "Here, Chengcheng."
"What is it?"
"Soul Reviving Pills, they might be useful."
"..." Mo Liancheng smiled and took them.
Qu Tan'er blinked and asked quietly, "Chengcheng, can I be of help?"
"Yes."
"How? What should I do?"
"Just stay quietly to the side and let me properly attend to them."
"OK!" She was being disregarded, alas.
Time passed quietly.
Mo Liancheng was continuously busy.
