What the fuck did he mean, saliva created a sterile environment?
Who taught you to practice medicine like that?
The mental patients all looked at Jiang Chen as though he were a mental patient.
He was still breathing deeply while muttering encouragement to himself, repeating, "It has to work this time, it has to work this time..."
This solemn, serious demeanor.
Instead, it frightened No. 13 even more, and the more he thought about it, the more horrifying it became.
What did he mean... this time?
Had all his previous attempts fucking failed?!
When Jiang Chen began chanting, "Amitabha Buddha, Bodhisattvas, protect me, Allah, have mercy, God, show grace, Queen Mother, grant blessings, Guanyin of great mercy and compassion..."
No. 13's eyes grew wider and wider, and he was nearly at his breaking point.
Your surgery depended entirely on divine will?
And you were fucking consulting this many different divinities?!
Could this possibly be reliable?
Ghost Qi +999... Ghost Qi +...
"Doctor! Stop! I'm not having this operation! The little ghost inside me hasn't actually hurt me, really! I'm not lying!"
"Don't operate on me! Let's try another treatment! Please?"
No. 13's tone was almost pleading.
Jiang Chen smiled faintly. "No. 13, I understand how you feel. Afraid of pain, right? I can give you physical anesthesia in a moment."
No. 13 shook his head. "Afraid of dying!"
"Leaving an illness untreated is what kills you." Jiang Chen answered smoothly, giving him no chance to argue. "I've dealt with many patients. Plenty of them refused medical treatment like you."
"I chose to force treatment on all of them. Guess what? After the treatment, their conditions never got any worse!"
"Many of the patients who survived praised me highly and said they'd come to me again next time."
"All