Both hands grabbed the handle of the Fish Spear, giving Favide a reassuring look.
Slowly applying force, pulling it back.
As the Fish Spear moved back, the friction on the wound caused Favide to grimace in pain.
This guy was quite brave, not letting out a scream.
Besides his somewhat grimaced expression, there was no sign of fear or negative emotion.
Zong Shen felt relieved, maintaining a gentle speed while pulling the Fish Spear out.
After three to four minutes, he managed to remove the entire Fish Spear.
He threw the culprit Fish Spear harshly onto the nearby grass.
Favide's forehead and nose were covered in sweat.
Zong Shen was also tense, relaxing only after finishing the task.
"Clap clap clap..."
Behind him, Mr. Artuso started applauding.
"Lord Zong did a great job."
"Now let me handle his wound."
He smiled as he came to the medicine box and took out three small glass bottles and a roll of bandages.
The glass bottles were all brown, which helped in blocking light.
