Chapter 27: Administering Medicine

The atmosphere became awkward; Churchill had heard this word more than enough times today and he was unwilling to respond any further.

“As expected, I really need to find someone else to join my harem,” Liuxing murmured, gazing up at the sky.

“But the patient has permanently lost his left eye, right hand, and two fingers on his left hand, and there’s a possibility of paralysis in both legs,” the chief surgeon said helplessly.

Feng Lin saw that the Dragon Emperor seemed about to leave, and hurriedly grabbed her arm—a master of her caliber was rare indeed.

Wang Hao extended his large hand, seized the head of the Wild Ox Demon, and flung it forward; the beast crashed to the ground, blood spurting as it lost all sense and consciousness.

If that were to happen, all of Italy, perhaps even the entire Allied forces, would fall into chaos.

To be honest, for someone of Kuafu’s cultivation, two hundred years is not long at all. He had just said that after cultivating here for two hundred years, he could advance from the fourth to the fifth level. That was merely an estimate, but even so, it made him eager and restless.

Several leaders among the celestial soldiers and generals immediately began to sprint desperately toward the Lingxiao Palace.

“Oh, not at all! If he doesn’t cause me any trouble, that’s already being very polite to me!” Liu Changsheng sighed, glancing again at the corpses.

The other three, dressed in formal suits, accompanied Nangong Wu, each lost in thought. Did the boss really intend to marry Nangong Wu?

“There is, but it’s very faint. If you deliberately hide your aura, it’s completely undetectable. But you aren’t hiding it right now, are you? Compared to before, it’s much weaker,” Lin Chenqing said, his expression tinged with worry.

Just as she reached the window ledge, she heard faint footsteps approaching from not far away—soft, almost inaudible.

This action left Luo Qingyue somewhat surprised. She stared at Jun Wuxie, her gaze flickering like a luminous pearl, shining with a brilliant light.

Chu Hanxuan had long been dissatisfied with Chu Yunling’s domineering temperament. Now that Rong Fu belonged to him, he felt responsible for her, especially after waking up that morning to find her beside him—though it had startled him, the deed was done.

The pain sharpened her memory; her muddled mind began to stir. Even though the man before her held a strange allure, she knew she shouldn’t surrender herself so easily.

Gu Lanshan, hearing these words, instinctively turned to glance at Sheng Shi, who sat at the breakfast table seemingly calm, but whose ears were already perked and alert.

Lin Shen looked deeply at Jinyang, her eyelids lowering gently to conceal the fleeting sorrow in her eyes, leaving no trace of emotion.

“There’s a hacker,” Xu Wei said, immediately cutting off the network and re-logging in. In those few seconds, he wrestled with the hacker, finally managing to protect his information.

“Auntie, you’re awake! Let’s go for the check-up!” Anran remained at the bedside, vigilant. Since Yuan Huiqing was poisoned with C0, the doctors recommended morning treatment for high blood pressure and blood viscosity, and oxygen therapy in the hyperbaric chamber in the afternoon.

Without waiting for Jian Yaoyao to react, he shoved something into her hands and, gleefully shaking his three-hundred-pound frame, ran off.

He didn’t know what he had clicked on, but suddenly a webpage popped up and began playing a video—the very one of Bai Shuixian and Lauren.

In his previous life, Li Chengdao flourished in business, but in the end, he was defeated.

Long Xiaoze stood before a nearby trash bin, threw the flowers in, and thought to himself: If she’s allergic to pollen, then he wouldn’t give her flowers anymore.

A taxi drove past; the driver rudely stuck his head out and cursed him as a pauper. Yue Gu chuckled twice and ignored him.

Luo Hansheng hadn’t expected her to mention this so suddenly—his expression froze, then he pretended not to care and asked a question.

“Since General Xue and I are in charge, all of you, leave!” At that moment, Zhang Shiyu suddenly erupted for no apparent reason.

The next day, Tian Ge accompanied Wang Siqi to school. Leaving the classroom, she found a crowd of parents at the door, and on approaching them, she overheard their discussions about Mingde Hospital.

“Go home? How laughable! I wonder where you get such confidence.” The one speaking was the demon Qian Fancheng, who had fought against him before; it was none other than Fuyin of the Sky Demon Sound Clan.

For example, the armor worn by the angels of the higher heavens, the battle helms of the demons in the Burning Hell, and some legendary equipment infamous in the dark histories.

While the Fu family and the Yan family were in a panic, You Zishi returned to her dormitory, lay on the upper bunk, and burst out laughing.

My distraction had displeased him. He bit my lips, sending a stabbing pain through them. As I was about to cry out, he pressed me down, locking my anguished voice in his grasp; the air between us was thick with the scent of blood, as he greedily sucked the blood from my lips.

Facing the Dao artifact, even the Giant Spirit Clan had no absolute confidence. He brandished his fruit core and charged into the spiral of Dao magic.