"You better shut the hell up!"
Long Aotian’s voice was incredibly low.
However, his aura was as overwhelming as Taishan, directly bearing down on Olicodo.
At this mont, Olicodo didn’t even have ti to feel hatred; he was so terrified by Long Aotian’s intimidating presence that he nearly lost his soul.
He almost felt like an ant caught in a wave, could be drowned at any mont.
Even though Long Aotian quickly withdrew his presence, it still took Olicodo a full minute to regain his composure.
He lowered his head, his eyes filled with imnse hatred.
He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking loudly.
Thinking about how Zhang Fan cursed him earlier, his chest was like a volcano about to erupt with rage.
Bastard, bastard!
Olicodo roared in his heart.
At this mont, he wanted to tear Zhang Fan and Long Aotian to pieces.
And outside the ergency room, countless eyes were glued to Olicodo, not even daring to breathe loudly.
This scene was unbelievably intense.
A Gang Qi Peak master getting slapped, that was just explosive.
But soon, their attention turned back to Mu Chenfeng on the operating table.
Where on earth did that guy Zhang Fan run off to?
Oh my god, leaving a surgery halfway through, how big is his heart?
What if the guy on the operating table dies?
No one dared to speak, after all, if even the Gang Qi master Olicodo got beaten and didn’t dare speak,
then they, huh, getting beaten to death by Long Aotian, no one would even dare to collect their bodies.
But soon, everyone took out their phones.
"Damn it, did you know? That bastard Zhang Fan actually knows dicine!"
"What the fuck? Zhang Fan? He knows dicine? You’ve got to be kidding , OK?"
"How didn’t he die on the battlefield?"
"Bro, what’s the situation here? Tell us what’s going on?"
Quickly, the news that Zhang Fan had pulled Mu Chenfeng back from the brink of death spread like wildfire through the United Base.
Those who could still move were quickly scurrying towards the ergency room, wide-eyed and watching at the door.
And at this mont, Zhang Fan was also firing on all cylinders.
Three dicine furnaces were running simultaneously.
One was brewing sutures, another a healing pill, and the last an external dicine paste.
Half an hour flew by.
The crowd at the ergency room door was getting a bit impatient.
They were still injured, after all.
Along with their fatigue, so of them were even sleeping against the wall.
Snoring thunderously.
"That bastard Zhang Fan, maybe he really ran off. I rember, Mu Chenfeng is his teammate, right?"
"Is he reliable or not? I just took a peek, Mu Chenfeng’s belly is still open, oh my god, you can see his heart beating."
"I think that kid is just showing off, probably cowering in a room sowhere now."
"Haha, I bet he’s on Baidu right now? Who leaves surgery halfway through!"
anwhile, several doctors inside the ergency room were growing anxious.
"It’s been half an hour and the wound isn’t even sutured, it’s wide open and inviting infection, how can we deal with this?"
"Should we help stitch it up?"
Just then, Long Aotian spoke in a low voice, "I advise you not to move, or else face the consequences!"
Hearing this, the doctors trembled with fear!
If even Olicodo was beaten to a pulp, what about them...
They’d better not try anything!
Just then, a figure quickly approached.
Watching Zhang Fan arrive, everyone at the ergency room door imdiately perked up.
"He’s here, he’s here."
"Hmm? What’s that sll?"
"Whoa, could it be that Zhang Fan went to prepare dicine?"
"Do you realize this sll resembles an elixir’s fragrance?"
"Holy shit, it does, it really does—this is the unique aroma that only elixir has. Ordinary herbs have a strong bitter sll."
A group of people exchanged glances, utterly baffled as they stared at Zhang Fan.
As practitioners of Dark Force and Bright Force, who hadn’t encountered an elixir before?
Such things aren’t sothing money can always buy.
The key point was, holy crap, that aroma was coming from the bowl in Zhang Fan’s hand?
In an instant, everyone stood on their toes.
With one quick look, everyone was left speechless!
Oh my god, oh my god!
That smoking thing the size of a pigeon egg, what the hell is that?
No way, Zhang Fan whipped that up himself in just half an hour?
No way, holy crap!
You know, a pharmacist—what an absolutely kick-ass status they have.
But Zhang Fan, that little bastard, his age, not to be rude, he’s practically just a kid.
All the pharmacists in their country, which one isn’t of grandparent-level status?
This is just...it doesn’t add up scientifically.
It’s totally unscientific.
Wait a minute!
Wait a minute!
Is Zhang Fan not just a pharmacist, but also a doctor?
You have to know, doctors can save lives.
Oh my god! Oh my god!
What on earth is happening in this world?
Seriously, this is just too much.
Everyone had the sa basic education, so why is that bastard Zhang Fan so damn talented?
In that instant, countless hearts were breaking.
This is just making life unlivable!
Forget everything else, even if Zhang Fan’s power level is trash, just based on this, he could obliterate them by miles!
"No, no, no way, no freakin’ way! I don’t believe that kid can make elixirs, no way, no how."
"He must have so hidden master behind him!"
The group clutched their heads, refusing to listen like stubborn mules.
At the sa ti, the Gang Qi masters also stared at Zhang Fan as if they’d seen a ghost.
"No, no, no, this can’t be real! It must be Long Aotian paving the way for Zhang Fan. His age, there’s no way he could be a pharmacist."
As Gang Qi-level figures, more than those at the door with Dark Force and Bright Force status, understood what it took to be a pharmacist.
Who hadn’t spent decades achieving their success?
And then, Zhang Fan directly took out a silver needle and started threading and suturing!
Seeing the milky-white suture, the French team’s experts were flabbergasted.
What’s up with this suture, it looks odd?
Wait, why does it have such a strong herbal sll?
Oh my god, is this suture handmade too?
No way!
This thing, after all, demands careful crafting.
First, they must be even and fine; the suture thickness must be consistent, otherwise, it causes massive bleeding!
Second, it must be sturdy, not snapping apart while stitching.
Third, it must be sterile! Otherwise, internal infection, and that’s a death sentence!
Keep in mind, Zhang Fan was only gone for half an hour.
To craft surgical sutures by hand in half an hour?
This is just outrageous.
(Thanks: Ah, it’s over. Thanks to ’remain true to original intention,’ ’her,’ and ’a short hundred years’ for the generous rewards. Love ya!)
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