"Since you said so, let's give it a try, ahem."
Wanzhangshi spent a lot of effort to heal his injuries, but it was basically in vain every time. His patience and body had been worn away by time. If it was an ordinary potion, he probably wouldn't even look at it.
Since Qian Xialan and Mingdarak strongly recommended it, Wanzhangshi decided to give it a try.
If not, it would be a waste of time. He has already gotten used to it.
Mingdarak said to Yang Yu, "Bring the medicine up."
After getting Mingdarak's permission, Yang Yu slowly took out the light golden potion and carefully walked into Wanzhangshi's bedroom.
Qian Xialan helped her father to sit up. In Yang Yu's sight, a skinny brown-haired man appeared. His forehead was dark and his eye sockets were deeply sunken. The lion's mane around his neck looked like a mop covered with yellow mud on his head, dull and lifeless.
The lion's upper body was naked, with bandages wrapped around half of his body. The bandages were splashed with yellow spots due to the festering wounds, and the stench in the air was wrapped in a layer of lavender sugar and stuffed into Yang Yu's mouth.
Thanks to the magic props placed around to prevent the spread of odor, the room was not occupied by various bedbugs.
Sitting upright on his bed, Wanzhangshi coughed a few times, and when he looked at Yang Yu with his dull eyes, he regained his majesty.
"Are you the one who found this medicine? Are you sure it can really cure my illness?"
There was no sense of sickness in the tone of Wanzhangshi's speech. In front of others, even if he was terminally ill, he was still a mighty lion.
"Your Majesty, I cannot be sure."
Yang Yu said this in an extremely affirmative tone. Qian Xialan looked at Yang Yu with a slightly changed look, as if to say, "This is different from what we agreed on. How can you say such a thing now? Didn't you say that as long as you can get this medicine, you can cure my father's illness?"
“Your Majesty, there are actually many diseases that this medicine cannot cure.
I suffer from wood metaplasia. Because of this disease, sometimes I cannot fully use my skills.
Just as the princess said, I once tried to use this potion to treat my wood disease, but it failed, which shows that this medicine is not a panacea.
If the resurrection drug can really bring people back to life as its name suggests, everyone would have flocked to it and would be willing to pay any price to get it. In fact, many of its effects are just exaggerated.
From what I understand, this medicine mainly works on external injuries.
No matter how serious the injury is, as long as this medicine is used, the patient can recover instantly.
Your Majesty has been injured for some time, and it is not just a superficial wound, so I don’t know how much effect this bottle of medicine can have.”
The lion smiled and said, "You are quite honest. Tell me, boy, what is your name?"
"I used to have several names. When I was born, when I was active in the human world, and now, my name is Potato Thorn." Yang Yu said confidently, "Your Majesty, just call me Potato."
"Well, Potato, bring the potion up. From your description, this potion has no side effects on humans. In that case, there is nothing to worry about. I won't live long anyway. If your potion can really save my life, I'll owe you a huge favor."
"I dare not."
Yang Yu respectfully presented the potion to Wanzhangshi. Without much hesitation, Wanzhangshi held the potion tightly with his skinny fingers, asked Qian Xialan to open the cork, put her mouth close to the bottle, bit the bottleneck, released her hand, raised her head, and put the light golden liquid into her mouth.
A warm current spread throughout the body of the lion. His dull mane gradually stood up like sprouts. His masculinity was revived, and his pale face became rosy.
"Roar-"
A long roar spread from the Wanzhang Lion's bedroom throughout the palace. Hot blood rushed through the Wanzhang Lion's body. The shriveled muscles all over the Wanzhang Lion's body suddenly swelled up and became extremely strong.
Wanzhangshi suddenly felt full of strength. He jumped up from the bed and threw a heavy punch into the air. The punch made a terrifying sound when it hit the air. No matter who saw this scene, it would be hard to imagine that Wanzhangshi was lying on the bed dying just a moment ago.
Qian Xialan placed her hands on her chest, an indescribable sense of security filled her heart. She had never been so happy in her life.
"Your Majesty, you look much more energetic." Yang Yu said with a smile.
Wanzhangshi moved his arms and threw a set of punches. "Thanks to your bottle of medicine, I feel much better."
"However." The smile on Yang Yu's face disappeared, "Your Majesty's illness has not been completely cured, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wanzhangshi stopped his movements and slowly retreated to the bedside. "How did you know that?"
Yang Yu pointed at Wanzhangshi's waist, which had become a little wet at some point. Wanzhangshi looked at his wound and pressed it lightly. Unbearable pain came from his wound, causing him and the others to frown.
"My strength has indeed recovered, but it really doesn't look like I'm any better."
Wanzhangshi shook his head bitterly. Yang Yu half-knelt down, clasped his hands together, and said:
"Your Majesty, although it may be a little rude, could you please let me have a look at your wound?"
As soon as these words came out, Qian Xialan became excited instantly, "Do you know medical skills? Can you really help my father heal his illness by looking at his wounds?"
"Your Majesty Qian Xialan, don't be so excited. We can tell what he is going to do next just by watching."
Mingdarak said, looking at Yang Yu with a bit of appreciation in his eyes. It was only after Yang Yu's reminder that he realized the almost invisible blind spot. Yang Yu had just said it very thoroughly. An incurable disease cannot be cured. This was like leaving a way out for himself in advance.
Everyone is happy that the Wanzhang Lion has regained its vitality. With this achievement, even if some problems arise later, he will be able to escape unscathed. There is no need to worry about whether the potion has completely cured the Wanzhang Lion.
Judging from Yang Yu’s performance just now, Mindarak believed that Yang Yu was a meticulous man and would not do anything without any certainty. Perhaps he really knew something.
"No problem," Wan Zhangshi said without any hesitation, "The potion you brought is more than all the potions I used before, and you noticed that my illness is still there. I'll show you my wounds. Maybe you can really find a way to help me."
(End of this chapter)