The Seventh Sequence

Zhang Xuezhou vaguely remembered that he had come to see Ren Yisheng to seek treatment for Zhang Manqian.

But not only had Ren Yisheng gone down, he had gone down too.

More importantly, excruciating pain filled his entire brain. Zhang Xuezhou could do nothing but curse and cry out in pain.

The pain overwhelmed his reason and made him put the most urgent matter aside.

Torn between getting treatment for Zhang Manqian and his own pain, Zhang Xuezhou lay on the floor, glaring wide-eyed at Ren Wuyang as he spewed every curse he had learned in his life.

He felt he shouldn't be so angry, but he couldn't control his emotions.

He was quite certain that, if his body hadn't been unable to move, he would have jumped up and punched Ren Wuyang in the knees.

Injections were normally given in places with plenty of flesh and few nerves, but Ren Wuyang had chosen the ear, where the flesh was thinnest and the neurons most numerous.

"Did you even go to elementary school? Even an elementary schooler wouldn't do something as rotten as sticking a needle in someone's ear..."

Zhang Xuezhou cursed at the top of his lungs.

The splitting pain in his head far exceeded the stimulation he had endured over the years.

If these people had any conscience, Zhang Xuezhou thought they had better feed him three fluanisone tablets.

"Wuyang said this medicine was meant to stimulate cultivation of the Mental Strengthening Chapter, so it had to be injected into the head. It strongly stimulates the brain region and constantly replenishes the mental energy the brain region loses. There's a chance it can draw out the brain region's potential. If there's excess medicinal effect in your head, you can try circulating the Mental Strengthening Chapter to break through!"