With eight pieces of candy, all were fed.
The atmosphere in the room grew more and more tense.
The old experts’ eyes were so focused they seed about to pop out—after all, waiting to see soone get humiliated is quite an exciting affair.
Bao Gucheng always held Zuzi’s small hand tightly.
Once he held this small hand, he didn’t want to let go.
In this life, he had never known that a girl’s hand could be so different from a man’s.
He had served as a drill instructor personally training that group of new recruits, doing over-the-shoulder throws, climbing rope ladders... gripping the rough hands of those coarse n, all were full of bones, veins, and calluses.
A girl’s hand, surprisingly, felt as if it were made of water.
He didn’t dare to apply any pressure, fearing he might break her, hurt her.
He only kept it securely in the palm of his hand, gently caressing it, silently experiencing the soft, bone-less sensation.
More miraculously, just by holding her hand, the wounds on his fingers caused by the extraction of embedded nails unknowingly healed, no longer pained him, feeling indescribably comfortable.
He took a deep breath, a trace of emotion hidden in his eyes, secretly swirling.
Suddenly!
Bai Fei’s exclamation rang in his ears: "Whoa, woke up, 081 woke up! 077, do you want to speak? What, you thank Mr. Bo for saving your life? No, the one who saved you was the little Fairy!"
He called out the soldiers’ numbers, hopping back and forth between hospital beds, incredulously witnessing a miracle in dical history.
"Over 95% of body surface with fourth-degree burns, organ failure, actually saved, whoa, little Fairy, you’re amazing!" Bai Fei admired with utmost respect.
Bao Gucheng glanced at him lightly: "Watch your wording."
Miss Zuzi is soone you can just casually swear about?
Then, he turned and looked coolly at Yang Buhui and others: "See clearly now?"
At this mont.
The expert group was utterly silent.
No language could describe their shock at this mont!
This was an impossible miracle in dical history; if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe it—one piece of candy could bring soone back from death.
Even an eight-hundred-year-old wild ginseng couldn’t accomplish such a defiance of nature.
Yang Buhui was drenched in cold sweat. He had always had a high opinion of himself, having almost no rivals in the Empire except for so old guys who had long retreated from the front line.
But now.
Such a young village girl publicly slapped him in the face, saving patients he couldn’t treat.
And not once, but twice.
She saved Mr. Bo, slapped his left cheek; she saved the soldiers, slapped his right cheek.
The right cheek was even offered by himself asking for it.
Yang Buhui’s voice trembled: "Mr. Bo, I, I apologize for my words and actions just now. Miss Xi is indeed the true national dical sage, I am ashad."
Bao Gucheng snorted: "Apologizing is unnecessary. The words you said just now, fulfill them yourself."
Yang Buhui was dumbfounded.
He, he, he seed to have impulsively sworn... to sever a finger as proof of resolution?
His hand imdiately shook like a chaff sieve.
Severing a finger would destroy his dical career.
Should he really do it?
Couldn’t he just assu it was re words?
He raised his eyes.
Bao Gucheng’s face was cold and harsh.
While Zuzi seed to be half-smiling.
For so reason, Zuzi’s faint smile made him feel more terrified than Bao Gucheng’s cold face, causing his entire being to tremble.
He knelt down with a thud: "Miss Xi, I beg your forgiveness for my foolishness and ignorance..."
Indeed, he had shalessly changed his mind, unwilling to sever his finger.
Zuzi simply smiled without speaking.
The next second.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, a dry thunder rolled in, seeming to explode over the barracks!
Those who had been struck by lightning before all covered their faces.
"Ah—!" A miserable scream.
Upon reopening their eyes.
Everyone saw Yang Buhui rolling on the ground, both his hands bleeding profusely.
All ten fingers had been struck by heavenly thunder, collectively burned off!
The entire place was deathly silent.
Chen Long felt a chill run up his spine, suddenly realizing a terrifying question—
Yang Buhui wished for Miss Xi to be humiliated in public, and his wish ca true.
So what price would Mr. Bo have to pay for coming back to life this ti?!
He dared not think deeply!
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