C1875 CHAPTER1875 PHYSICIAN SACRED HANDS

The young man in the purple robe spoke with a disdainful look on his face.

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Sam Moreels.

"Tuoba Huawu! If you don't understand, then don't say it!"

"The shop owner's medicinal pill is very effective..."

"Father, you... Please let the shop owner take a good look at your injuries..."

The fair-skinned youth gritted his teeth