Zheng Xiu first performed a [Medical Principles] check on Mo Kuang.
[You cast 'Medical Principles' on the target.]
[Check failed.]
[The target is hale and hearty. Father and son are safe and sound.]
'Do I fucking need you to tell me that?'
Zheng Xiu silently complained about how a failed check could produce such a nonsensical diagnosis, then immediately tried again.
This time, it succeeded.
Dense lines of small text floated up from Mo Kuang's body.
First was [Deficiency of Essence and Qi].
Then [Yin Evil Entering the Body].
Followed by [Qi and Blood Deficiency].
More and more text flooded Zheng Xiu's vision, dazzling him. Finally, it all cascaded down like a waterfall, leaving only a single, pure word: [Weak]. This formed a vast, scrolling barrage.
A thousand words could be summarized in one conclusion: Mo Kuang was currently extremely weak.
And then there was "Father and son are safe and sound."
'How strange.'
