Zhou Cheng's methods were far more powerful than he had imagined.
All he could say was that a Grandmaster truly deserved the name. In every field, they transcended the ordinary.
Had these methods appeared in modern society, they would probably have shocked professional doctors' eyes right out of their sockets.
Zhou Cheng had no idea whether any doctors' eyes had popped out, but Senior Brother Leng's were already about to!
His mouth hung wide open, his comical little mustache twitching.
"Divine skill! Absolutely divine skill!"
He stared over in disbelief, his voice trembling.
"You can save people like this! You can stitch wounds like this!"
Although Fan Xian had already told him a little about it, seeing Zhou Cheng at work still left him so shocked that he could barely speak coherently.
It was as though this scene had opened the door to a whole new world for him.
Yet beneath his mask, Zhou Cheng showed little expression.
As he washed the blood from his hands with warm water, he told Fan Xian:
"You can take your time repaying the life you owe me. The issue now is that I don't want anyone else knowing I was here.
"I trust your father Fan Jian to keep his mouth shut, but this gentleman..."
With that, he turned toward Senior Brother Leng and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Before Senior Brother Leng could react, Fan Xian had already shakily raised a hand.
"No, don't, G-Great Sage, spare Senior Brother Leng!"
Senior Brother Leng shuddered all over. Only then did he realize that Zhou Cheng intended to kill him.
"I, I, I..."
He had no idea what to do.
A quarter of an hour later, Zhou Cheng left the room.
Senior Brother Leng had not died. Fan Xian had vouched for him.
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