Chapter 295: Blood (4)
“Go fetch a spoon and some water.”
“Yes, Elder!”
While I was still struggling with what kind of bastard could’ve done this to people, the Immortal of Herbs calmly asked the child’s mother to bring water and a spoon.
Once she returned, he broke the Boheoldan into eight pieces, stirred one of them into the water, and slowly poured it into the child’s mouth.
Gulp, gulp.
The medicine trickled down the child’s throat.
As four of the eight pieces went down, the child’s breath began to ease. The blackened fingers and toes gradually began regaining their color.
They didn’t return to normal completely, but the darkness noticeably faded, and the rest of the skin regained a healthy hue.
It all happened in the span of a single teacup’s time.
‘So this is why he’s called the Immortal of Herbs?’
The Boheoldan he crafted worked so well it might as well have been a blood transfusion pack.
“Oh... Their hands are regaining color!”