Shen Hao had always admired the physicians in the Xuanqing Guard. Not only could they administer elixirs and concoct medicines, they were able to handle all sorts of injuries both inside and out, and always got results quickly.
This time was no exception.
"Lord Shen. The prisoner's external injuries have stabilized. With continued rest, he should fully recover in at most a month. However, the internal injuries are troublesome. The True Qi that invaded his body carried a Wood Attribute poison, severely damaging his meridians. Whether or not he can keep his cultivation depends on his luck; he won't be able to fight anyone for at least a year."
Shen Hao was quite satisfied—being able to treat a man who was on the verge of death in just one day to this degree was already remarkable skill. But he was more concerned about the interrogation: "Can we use any torture methods on him?"
