Suddenly hearing Zhao Hu's voice, Li Long felt it was somewhat unreal. Yet Zhao Hu's expression had indeed returned to normal.
He had planned to speak with Zhao Hu, but Wang Jian stopped him. "It's not over yet. I have to deal with his wounds and fractures first. Otherwise, the faint breath he's hanging onto now will dissipate once the medicine wears off."
Li Long immediately fell silent, watching Wang Jian get busy setting bones and stitching up wounds. He glanced at the Ginseng King in his hand, then at the scene before him, and made a decision.
At that moment, the two people in the TV station's work van were dumbfounded.
"These are medical skills?"
In all their years, Huang Long and Angel had never seen someone saved in such a way.
It was different from regular Chinese medicine... and even more different from modern surgery.
