Hearing the voice, Master Shen turned around. When he saw that it was Zhang Qi speaking, his entire face twisted with rage.
"You?"
Tien Shinhan, meanwhile, was somewhat stunned.
He had never expected Zhang Qi to show up here—
"I'm teaching my disciple. Who the hell are you, an outsider, to butt in?!"
Master Shen's breathing grew heavy.
He remembered the humiliation he had suffered before, and it felt as unbearable as being stripped naked in public.
Driven by fury, Master Shen let out a shrill scream. His other hand formed into a blade, stabbing straight for Zhang Qi's throat.
Zhang Qi shook his head at the sight, then tightened his grip.
With a crack.
"AAAAAH!"
Master Shen let out a pig-slaughtering shriek. His wrist drooped at an incredibly unnatural angle.
With a casual fling, Zhang Qi tossed the famed martial arts master out the window as if he were garbage.
Glass shattered all over the floor.
Outside came the dull thud of a heavy body hitting the ground, followed by the sound of Master Shen scrambling away in panic.
The hospital room fell silent, with only the drip of liquid from the IV bottle remaining.
Chiaotzu pressed himself against the corner, his face full of conflict.
Tien Shinhan opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing. "You—"
Zhang Qi did not waste any words.
He walked to the bedside, turned his palm over, and pressed it directly against Tien Shinhan's bandage-wrapped chest.
Then—Cell Recombination activated—
Tien Shinhan's eyes flew wide open.
He felt a scorching current of warmth pour in through Zhang Qi's palm.
Under the effect of that warmth, his broken bones and torn muscle fibers writhed wildly, reconnecting.
The pain vanished.
In its place came an overwhelming feeling of fullness.
It felt as if every cell in his