The first was a Basic Healing Spirit Pill—glassy green, infused with restorative qi.
The second was a Skin Mending Pill, a crimson-red medicine Li Mei had sworn was "excellent for superficial trauma."
The third was a pale golden Vitality Restoration Pill, more expensive than the others, meant to replenish the Vital energy of the body. He had hoarded these, knowing they were priceless.
They were gifts from Li Mei, which meant they either worked spectacularly—or had a chance to grow extra limbs.
Han Yu laughed bitterly. "If I grow a tail, I'll just pretend it's a spiritual treasure or effect of some hidden bloodline."
He swallowed the pills all at once, grimacing at the bitter taste.
A few seconds later, warmth blossomed in his chest, flowing through his veins like melted sunlight. His skin began to tighten as burns began to mend slowly. The internal shaking in his muscles began to still. He could feel vitality trickling back into him—a thimble of strength in a drained ocean.
