"That person is obviously a liar. How can you believe what he said?" the apothecary asked; he was anxious.

At the same time, the apothecary took out two bottles of medicine and quickly prepared drips for Chase.

The apothecary had prepared those two bottles of medicine; they had relieving and calming effects. However, he would never administer them unless there was no other choice. The apothecary could only take the risk since Chase was in a critical condition.

Chaplin frowned. "Does your method work?"

"It can relieve his pain temporarily, but it only lasts for an hour. I will find another way as soon as possible!" the apothecary said as he wiped his sweat.

Just as he was talking, Darryl was brought into the room.

Sigh!

Darryl sighed as soon as he entered the room. He saw Chase lying motionless with a pale face and conspicuously in a very critical condition. He had a needle in his arm and was undergoing an infusion.

Darryl shook his head discreetly at the sight. 'It's u