Indeed, the Hundred Treasure Pill from 1916 lives up to its reputation as a 'life-saving medicine.' Just over an hour later, Yu Baoshan brought good news to Qi Yun.
The bleeding of Zhao Qing and Duan Pingyu has been brought under control, and they are temporarily out of life-threatening danger.
Brother Peng and others, who were accompanying them, slightly relaxed their tense expressions upon hearing this.
Old Feng's eyes even turned red, and he wiped his face with his hand, muttering softly, "That's great... that's great..."
Brother Peng gently patted Qi Yun on the back, "Don't worry, brother, everything will be fine."
Qi Yun nodded and couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief. At least now they could hold out until those two top-notch medical teams arrived.
"Ring ring ring!"
A phone rang.
Qi Yun took out his phone, glanced at the screen, and stepped aside to answer the call.
"Boss, it's all cleaned up." Brother Quan's voice came from the receiver.
