The Divine Healer

"Master, take care of yourself." Chen Mu knelt down with a thud, his eyes red as he hurriedly rushed down the mountain.,She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, delicately sculpted like a porcelain doll. Like Ji Wan Yun, she had long, glossy black hair, appearing ethereal and otherworldly.,Chen Mu's expression gradually became serious, his face stern. This child is sick!。