A middle-aged man with ordinary appearance, wearing a purple robe, was sitting beside He Lian's bed, taking his pulse.
On his left chest, there is a small medicine cauldron embroidered, and there are two silver lines on the medicine cauldron.
This is a symbol of his status as a second-grade alchemist.
Fu Peipei stood aside, nervous, but did not dare to disturb him.
After a while, Feng Yuanshan took back his hand and sighed.
"Second Young Master He's injury... is quite serious! Not only are there multiple fractures, but the internal injuries cannot be ignored. This time, I'm afraid he will have to recover for a few months."
Fu Peipei's eyes were red and she asked anxiously: "Then, will it affect Lian'er's practice in the future?"
She has no talent in cultivation, so she doesn't know much about these things.
It was the luckiest thing for her to give birth to a son with great potential.
So when she heard what Feng Yuanshan said, what she was most worried about was He Lian's future.
Feng Yuanshan stroked his beard and smiled, with a somewhat arrogant look on his face.
"Well... there is no need to worry, Mrs. He. I will give you a second-grade Wenxin Pill later. As long as you use it for the Second Young Master, everything will be no problem."
Fu Peipei suddenly let out a long breath.
"That's good! That's good! Thank you so much, otherwise we, mother and son, really don't know what to do this time!"
Although a second-grade elixir is extremely expensive, I don’t care about that much now.
Hearing Fu Peipei's praise, Feng Yuanshan smiled.
Although he comes from an ordinary background, he is fortunate to have good talents and successfully breaks through to become a second-grade alchemist!
If you want to become an alchemist, you must have extremely high talent, and sometimes there may not be even one among ten thousand people.
Because of this, alchemists are extremely respected.
Even though Fu Peipei was the wife of the He family, she was very polite when facing Feng Yuanshan and did not dare to show any slights.
"Mrs. He loves her son very much, and I am also moved by her. The second young master is in good health. I believe he will recover after a while."
Fu Peipei thanked her again and sent Feng Yuanshan out in person.
After Feng Yuanshan left, she returned to the house, came to the bed, and looked at the pale He Lian lying on the bed with distress.
"Lian'er, don't worry, with Yaoshi Feng here, you will definitely get better soon this time!"
He Lian had already taken the medicine and regained some strength. Hearing this, he felt relieved.
"Thank you, mother."
Fu Peipei said:
"Lian'er, if Ye Xiyue dares to do this to you, my mother will never let her go!"
As soon as he heard Ye Xiyue's name, He Lian thought of the bet and his face turned even pale.
"Mom, I am so useless that I have caused such a big trouble..."
"What are you talking about! Mom already knows that it was Ye Xiyue who deliberately tricked you! She beat you like this and wants to take away a thousand silver stones from us. It's just a dream!"
He Lian gritted his teeth.
"But, mother, we are in a challenge this time. So many people in the college have witnessed it with their own eyes. I am afraid this account cannot be ignored. And..."
He paused, looking confused, as if he was hesitating whether to speak.
Fu Peipei asked strangely: "And what?"
Helian closed his eyes resignedly.
"And it's not a thousand silver stones, it's three thousand!"