Just as Jiang Suanjing was deep in thought, Jiang Xiaobai reached into his robe, rubbed something, and took out a black pill, handing it to his father.

“Dad, take this Miracle Pill, and your injuries will improve,” Jiang Xiaobai said confidently.

“Miracle Pill?” Jiang Anlang looked at his son suspiciously. Are you sure this isn’t just dirt you rubbed off yourself?

And that name, it doesn’t sound like a real pill.