After the chef left, Zhao Yuan bolted the door and took out the powdered Blood Circulation Soup from his Storage Ring, sprinkling it into the bathtub.
The boiling water immediately activated the medicine's properties, and a pungent, medicinal scent filled the entire room.
Zhao Yuan stripped off his completely ruined clothes, stepped into the tub, and sat down.
The scalding water made him grimace in pain. The pungent properties of the Blood Circulation Soup burrowed madly into his wounds, as if countless tiny knives were stabbing and prodding at his injuries!
The sensation was somewhat like rubbing salt and alcohol into an open wound, but a thousand times more painful!
Zhao Yuan gritted his teeth and endured, simultaneously circulating the Creation Technique.
Time passed, second by second.
