"Give me the black jade intermittent ointment to set your bones." Zhang Yange said.

The old monk glanced at his bed subconsciously.

Zhang Yange walked up to the bed and slapped it gently, causing the bed to fall apart.

Inside was a prescription and several boxes of plasters.

Zhang Yange accepted it with an unceremonious smile, "Since I found it myself, I can't let you use it."

Zhang Yange raised his hand and hit the old monk on the head.

The old monk bled to death from his seven orifices!

"Is Master He okay?" Zhang Yange walked over and asked.

Ban Shuxian looked at him gratefully. If it weren't for Zhang Yange just now, she would really have died.

"It's nothing serious!" He Taichong struggled up.

When Zhang Yange saw this, he had no intention of saving him.
Chapter completed!