Let Me Do It

Hearing Kang De say this, Kang Jinzhu finally shifted his attention.

When Kang De disappeared into thin air and flew over the sky, riding on top of a helicopter, Kang Jinzhu was really startled. Only then did he realize how extraordinary his son's abilities were.

The Humvee was at least two kilometers away from the helicopter, and with human eyesight, it could only barely make out a blurry outline. He saw the helicopter start to wobble and sway wildly, and that's when he guessed what his son had gone to do.

He couldn't see clearly with the naked eye, so he picked up his binoculars to get a closer look. Just then, the driverless Humvee started up on its own and turned in another direction. It was moving very fast and jolting violently. Kang Jinzhu couldn't get the binoculars in the right position for a moment, and all he could see was darkness. He couldn't see anything at all.

Confused, Kang Jinzhu could only try to communicate loudly with "the person remotely controlling the car".

Even though his long-lost son displayed extraordinary abilities in front of him, Papa Kang, no matter how imaginative he was, never would have guessed that the Humvee was actually a Transformers.

After Kang De disappeared into thin air with the helicopter, the king's car was also blown up and thrown into the air. Kang Jinzhu was worried when he heard the Humvee open fire and the two sides started fighting.

Then Kang De reappeared, and he tried to take a look through the telescope again, but Horus made a serpentine movement, making it impossible for him to see clearly again.

Even though Kang Jinzhu didn't witness the brutal and swift execution animation of his son during the battle, he could still see the corpses scattered on the ground and the obvious abnormal ways they died.

He was extremely worried and even depressed.

But when he saw Kang De open the car door, revealing the pale, unconscious face of the King of Comora, Kang Jinzhu immediately forgot about providing psychological intervention to his son.

On one side is the king, whose life is in danger; on the other is the son, whose punishment can wait a few minutes. Of course, it's better to see what the former's situation is like first.

Kang Jinzhu strode forward, preparing to lean into the carriage to check on the king's condition. Kang De reached out and pulled his father aside, then grabbed the king's leg and dragged him out. With his other hand on his shoulder, he casually placed the Africa monarch on the ground like a pig.

Kang Jinzhu glared at her son. "Be gentle."

"I've controlled my strength precisely; I won't hit the wound," Kang De said nonchalantly. "He's a king, but he's the king of Comora. We're China. Besides, monarchies should have been kicked into the dustbin of history long ago. These are remnants of dictatorship and feudalism; why show them so much respect?"

Kang Jinzhu snorted, "He's wounded. Besides, even so, he's still the head of state, recognized by our country. The country hasn't called him a feudal remnant, so we should have the most basic respect for him."

Kang De shrugged.

That's true, but for him to show respect to the monarch of such a country...

Damn, I'm the man who has the Emperor of the Empire on my hat, and I even slept with the former Elf Queen. I've also flirted with the current Elf Queen in various ways... This black guy is nothing.

But then he thought of that silly elf whose acting was clearly terrible, yet who thought she was perfect. Was she really stupid, or was she just pretending...?

The war in the other world is still raging. A Xing and the Sword Saint Cascading Snow are heading towards Danfeng Lucerne. Perhaps the next moment, the signal device will light up. If he wants to return to the other world to fight, he will have to leave his old father alone for at least five or six minutes. Now he has an extra burden who is on the verge of death.

This thought made Kang De somewhat troubled.

Kang Jinzhu had already briefly examined the king's condition.

He looked up gravely and said, "This is not good. This isn't a gunshot wound, it's a laceration from shrapnel. It seems they only did basic first aid to stop the bleeding, and the shrapnel hasn't been removed yet... However, they did give him an emergency blood transfusion..."

Kang De asked, "Serious?"

Kang Jinzhu touched the other person's forehead. "High fever... obviously not a recent injury, it's been going on for at least a day or two. The King's Guard must be lacking the necessary medical equipment..."

One can guess the dilemma and helplessness of these loyal guards. The King of Comora is now surrounded by enemies. The shadow of the Fr*nce is behind this war. The King's injuries urgently need proper treatment, but he is worried about going anywhere and is not safe anywhere.

Kang De asked, "It will take us almost two days to get to Djibouti. Can we make it?"

Kang Jinzhu hesitated for a moment. "It's hard to say... I don't think it'll work."

Kang De shook his head and cracked his knuckles. "Then I'll have to do it myself."

Papa Kang asked in surprise, "You know about this?"

He shrugged and replied, "I know a little bit, I know a little bit, I'll just give it a try, the result can't get any worse anyway."

Kang De returned to the Humvee, took out a backpack from the back seat, pulled out two bottles of potions and three scrolls, compared them with the list written by Hong San, read it for two minutes, and then went back.

Kang Jinzhu asked, "What were you looking at just now?"

His son smiled confidently, "Battlefield First Aid Manual."

"..."

Kang Jinzhu's expression was subtle. Before he could express his thoughts, he saw his son sit cross-legged next to the king, reach out and pull off the bandage on the king's abdomen to check the wound.

Blood started gushing out.

"Holy crap, what are you doing!"

Papa Kang cried out in alarm, only to see his son's hand already pressed against the king's upper abdomen. His son closed his eyes and said, "Don't make a sound. I will use hidden force to shatter the fragments inside his body..."

--So you're talking about urban ancient martial arts?

No, that's not the point.

--It would be more dangerous to break larger fragments into many metal shavings!

Kang Jinzhu thought to himself, but seeing his son's serious demeanor and the impressive array of bottles and jars he had brought out, he remained silent for a moment.

After all, since their reunion, everything Kang De has done has been successful, without any failures.

Kang Jinzhu had to accept the fact that her son had grown up, with a mixture of relief and regret.

But...

He watched as Kang De remained unmoved and calmly dealt with the gruesome, bloody wound, his thoughts racing, his heart surging, and he sighed inwardly.

He didn't believe that his son's temperament and personality would change just because he had awakened superpowers.

Why is that...?

Kang De didn't notice his father's gaze. He channeled his mental energy into the wound and slowly Extraction the fragments of all sizes, even removing the finer metal shavings. It was a delicate task because these foreign objects were fused with human tissue, making it quite troublesome. If he wasn't careful, he would end up Extraction the body itself, encountering tremendous mental resistance from the other party... He finished the task with utmost care.

Then he took out a bottle of Holy Water No. 6, uncorked it, and poured it on the other person's wound.

Next up is the Vitality Scroll...

Then comes the Healing Hand...

After all, it's an alternate world where supernatural powers exist.

Although they haven't even touched the edge of industrial society, and the magic system, as another kind of "science," has not yet served the general public or reached every household, it's normal that the higher classes in this other world must have enjoyed the various conveniences of magic long ago. The best resources usually tend to be allocated to the highest classes.

For example, in the heat of battle, if an ordinary soldier is wounded, he will only receive rough battlefield bandages, at most some low-quality herbs and medicines, and the rest he can only rely on the body's self-healing ability to tough it out.

However, if a knight, nobleman, or even mage is injured, the high-end battlefield medical system designed specifically for top-tier individuals will provide meticulous care, offering comprehensive, multi-level, and wide-ranging medical services, from emergency first aid to mid-term recovery and even post-treatment follow-up.

And coincidentally, the package that Hong San had packed and organized contained this kind of high-end service.

Moreover, it's incredibly user-friendly, offering an excellent user experience.

Under Kang Jinzhu's dumbfounded gaze, his son poured half of a bottle of ruby-red liquid onto the wound and the other half into the king's mouth. Then he opened another scroll, and a bright green light shone. The long wound on the king's abdomen seemed to be meticulously stitched up by invisible surgical needles. The last scroll flashed with light, and even the long scar disappeared.

Damn, they've even developed special spells to remove scars?

Even Kang De's expression became subtle.

He thought of the Battle of Valentan, the wounded soldiers, the flustered medics, those who died from massive blood loss, those who died from infected wounds, those who died from excessively large wounds, and so many others.

For those wounded soldiers, what does it matter if they are covered in scars, as long as they can survive?

But they still died. And under the patent reward mechanism of the Arcane Council, some mages even went to great lengths and borrowed some dark magic to develop medical magic to remove scars. The reason is simple: many nobles were willing to pay for it.

According to Hong San, the Arcane Council's statistics show the ranking of the most profitable magical patent categories.

First, war-related.

Second, it is related to sex.

Third, beauty-related.

Fourth, related to farming.

Fifth, related to metallurgy.

Among the magic fraud cases cracked by the Magic Investigation Department under the Arcane Council, the largest and most frequent type of fraud involves beauty treatments and life extension...

So, what is this?

In this other world, do the rich feast on meat and wine while the poor freeze to death on the streets?

He shook his head as he packed everything up; the king had been saved.

Kang Jinzhu looked at him, or rather, at the empty bottle in his hand. "This..."

Kang De Extraction all of these substances, conveniently destroying any traces. "This is very precious, extremely difficult to obtain, and involves too many complexities and profound significance; it cannot be hastily handed over to the state."

Kang Jinzhu nodded, then his gaze became subtle. "You even removed his scars. What will happen when he wakes up? I don't think he'll forget that he was injured."

Kang De then realized how incredibly thoughtful Hong San's battlefield medical and magical team was.

"Fine."

He drew a dagger from behind his back. "Make another cut on him."

"Hello!"

Papa Kang snatched the dagger from his hand and glared at Kang De.

"You're too rough," Kang Jinzhu said. "Let me do it."

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PS1: First update, 3,000 words... Ugh, didn't sleep well, so annoying, another update in an hour or two.