Already."

"Yes." Mr. Zhang nodded: "Don't worry, it's just a minor injury. With the medicinal wine I made, you can recover most of it in no time."

"Haha, you are too weak!" Bai Qi, who had been silent before, suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "Are you still injured?"

"I just feel like nothing is wrong!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Bai Qi, and then their pupils shrank suddenly!

I saw white hair, and my thighs were bleeding!

The blood is flowing like water!

However, Bai Qi didn't seem to notice it and was still laughing at Lin Fan and other gods of Great Xia!

"Are you okay?" Mr. Zhang asked quickly while checking Bai Qi's injuries.

"It's okay!" Bai Qi snorted proudly: "I am Bai Qi, killing a few gods, what does it mean? Avoiding attacks is a shame to me!"

"I just feel a little numb in my legs...but it's not a problem!"

"It's not a problem!" Mr. Zhang suddenly exclaimed, "The arteries in your legs have been cut open! How the hell can you still fight for eight hours and then stand here and say that your legs are numb but it's not a problem!"

"Oh? Is it so serious?" Bai Qi was stunned, then frowned and asked, "What is an aorta?"

Mr. Zhang did not answer, but took a pulse to diagnose, but was surprised to find that Bai Qi's heartbeat was still extremely strong, as if he was not injured!

"If it had been anyone else, you would have died in three minutes... What kind of perverted physique do you have?" Mr. Zhang was amazed, and he quickly took out the hemostatic forceps and silver needle to stop the bleeding, and muttered: "You have to let me dissect this later.

Is the Great Qin Killing God really that resistant to being beaten?"

Lin Fan on the side also understood why Bai Qi never defended himself... This guy could still fight for eight hours after his aorta was cut open, and he was so innocuous... This perverted physique like Xiao Qiang who couldn't kill Xiaoqiang didn't need to defend at all...

He is indeed the God of Killing in the Qin Dynasty.

Wang Hu rushed over quickly, opened his fangs and said, "Don't waste it, don't waste it!"

I did not forget to protest a few times: "Mr. Zhang, please slow down and let him bleed for a while. Anyway, he said it's okay and he won't die..."

After all, this is the blood of the Great Qin Killer God. One more sip is enough...

Gongshu Ming, who was on the side, looked at Bai Qi thoughtfully: "If you unfortunately die in battle, can I use your parts? Is it okay if I burn three kilograms of paper money on you every day?"

Mr. Zhang: "..."

Are you still human?
Chapter completed!