Quick Wear: The sick beauty fell in love with the boss at first sight again

The young man's heart pulse was weak, and the spiritual energy in his body was intermittent, as if he was being suspended by a breath of immortal air.

Shen Heng frowned slightly. He usually paid little attention to this disciple, but if the other party really died because of him...

"Master..." A voice as soft as the wind, with a hint of weak whispers, slowly floated by. That slender and white hand, like a willow branch in early spring, gently held his palm.

Shen Heng's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't struggle to get away. Instead, he whispered, "Yes, I'm here."

The voice was low and had a subtle tenderness.

The majestic and overbearing spiritual energy circulated through the boy's veins. These spiritual powers carried the unique chill of Shen Heng, but as they circulated, it was as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.

The boy unconsciously arched towards Shen Heng, and the soft hair, like the hair of a small animal, gently rubbed against the palm of his hand.

Shen Heng was slightly stunned, and a barely perceptible fluctuation flashed in his deep eyes.

Seeing the young man in pain, Shen Heng's heart felt like it was grabbed by a hand.

It seemed that since he saw the boy again, his emotions were often out of control. He knew that he should stay away from such uncertain elements, but...

So the head of Wanshengtang, who was still refining medicine, was chosen by Shen Heng through lottery...

Wan Jin came over on a crane with a medicine box in his hand. He smoothed his hair as he walked. "You're in such a hurry. Do you know that I almost exploded the furnace? Although we have been friends for many years, you tell me who was injured. It's definitely not you."

"He is my eldest disciple," said Shen Heng.

Wan Jin was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped. "What..." Wan Jin still didn't ask the question in his mind.

Shen Heng has always been indifferent to his eldest disciple and let him do nothing. In fact, he prefers to believe that he is here to treat the other party's talented second disciple, because Xie Lin is likely to become the next Shen Heng.

Wan Jin walked towards the bed, but was stopped by Shen Heng before he reached the bed. Wan Jin was a little helpless and said, "Okay, I won't go over."

Then the silk fabric constructed with Wan Jin's spiritual power fell on the young man's tendons and veins.

"Your disciple just got a fever due to the cold. I can prescribe some herbal medicine for him to drink. However, he has a congenital physical defect. It is a miracle that he can live until now..." Wan Jin's expression became more and more solemn as he spoke.

Shen Heng asked directly, "Is there any solution?"

"Of course there is no way. This kind of congenital deficiency is generally incurable. Even my master can't cure it. People with this kind of congenital deficiency generally don't survive..." Wan Jin said what was in his heart without even thinking.

Until Shen Heng's cold gaze fell on him, Wan Jin instantly changed his words, "Actually, there is a way. This process may require a lot of natural treasures to nourish his body, but these are small problems for you."

Shen Heng nodded.

Wan Jin's disciples quickly brought the herbs over, placed them at the door and left.

Shen Heng picked up the herbs outside and put them directly into the jar, then lit the spiritual fire...

"Wait, wait, how can you trouble the Immortal Master with such a small matter? Just let me do it." Wan Jin stopped Shen Heng with a painful look on his face.

He looked at these herbs with pity. He had grown these herbs with great effort. Didn't he know whether his good friend could make medicine?

"By the way, people with fever should remember to keep warm, and cover your precious disciples with more quilts," Wan Jin reminded before going outside to boil medicine.

"Yeah," Shen Heng nodded.

In the room, Wan Jin always felt something was wrong, and now he finally understood what was wrong.

When he joked with Shen Heng about "precious disciple", the other party did not refute him.

When Xie Lin was injured in the secret realm, he was the one who treated him. Then he said, "Let me, the master of Wansheng Hall, treat this foundation-building disciple. Xie Lin is indeed your beloved disciple."

Then, Shen Heng said, "The sect competition is coming soon, and my disciples should not be mediocre."

So, Shen Heng is going to chase his disciple to the crematorium?