The confidence and pride in the eyes of the God of Life directly confused the God of Strength...
"No, please save me again!" The God of Power cried.
The God of Life was too lazy to take another look at the God of Strength. He wiped his blood-stained gorgeous robe, turned around and walked to Zeus, saying softly: "The heart is broken, and even God can't save it."
"Unless the Temple of Death is willing to be generous, you will definitely die."
Zeus nodded slightly, with regret in his eyes.
Although this god of power is not a member of the Thunder Temple under Zeus, no matter what, this Zeus is the king of gods who rules the entire god world.
It is a pity that the God Realm has lost a twelfth-level god of high power.
"Go away, I will help you raise your wife and children." Zeus glanced at the god of strength with a desperate look on his face, turned to North and said: "My nephew North, let's do it."
Lin Fan once again felt despair in his heart.
Even more desperate than Lin Fan was the God of Power.
Although he was still alive at this time, without the constant nourishment of the divine power of life, the injuries in his body broke out again, blood spurted out from the broken blood vessels in his chest, and his face, which had finally regained some color, turned pale again.
Feeling the passage of life, the God of Power cried out: "Lord God King, save me..."
Zeus sighed, but did not look at the god of power again. Instead, he looked at North and motioned for North to take action.
after all.
The elders of the Temple of Life have spoken, is this God of Power still alive?
If the Temple of Life wants to save people, they may not be able to save them.
But if they say this person can’t be saved, then they really can’t!
That is a temple where you can directly feel the passage of life and the state of your life!
Death diagnosis, they are professional!
And at this moment.
"etc!"
A voice suddenly interrupted.
Mr. Zhang slowly walked forward, took a closer look at the dying God of Power, and frowned: "This person may..."
"What?" The God of Life snorted coldly: "Are you questioning my expertise?"
"It's not a question, this god is indeed seriously injured. The heart valve is cracked, the sternum is punctured through the lungs, and the arteries are bleeding..." Mr. Zhang checked the injuries of the god of strength and said a lot of professional terms that the gods had never heard before.
Then he said: "However, I am sure of saving him."
"You?" The God of Life looked at Mr. Zhang, who was wearing a white coat, and laughed: "I, the God of Life, can't save you. How can you, a lowly being, save you?"
"I know some medical skills." After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, he added: "But not much, just a little bit."
"Medical skills?" The God of Life sneered again, "Medical skills of lower life forms? The kind of shaman who invites gods? Why, are you going to dance in front of us gods and ask the gods to take action?"
No wonder the God of Life despises him.
Those medical skills in the lower world are simply a joke!
The shamans who dance the Great God are relatively scientific. I heard that pharmacists from some planes used highly poisonous mercury to make elixirs, and doctors from some planes were obviously refining medicine, but in the end they invented gunpowder... and
It's like a joke.
Mr. Zhang ignored the God of Life and looked at the God of Strength: "Are you willing to give it a try?"
The God of Power's head began to feel dizzy, and he forced his last will to nod: "Try!"
There is really no way!
You can't just die like this!
Being beaten to death by a god slave is too humiliating!
Even if it’s just a dead horse being treated as a living horse doctor, you have to give it a try!
"Do you really want to try?" The God of Life said with a gloomy face: "Do you think that your medical skills are better than those of my Life Temple? Can you, an inferior being like you, save the person who was sentenced to death by the God of Life?"
There is no doubt that if Mr. Zhang dares to take action now, he will simply rub the face of the Temple of Life on the ground!
Challenging the majesty of God!
It would be easier to rescue him.
Not being able to save him is completely blasphemous!
"Nos, don't get another god slave." Zeus also said: "If you can't save him, you, the god slave, will be related to the death of the God of Power. When the time comes...you have to kill two people.
indivual!"
Lin Fan's heart tightened, he looked at Mr. Zhang and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"
"A little bit." Mr. Zhang nodded humbly and added: "But no matter what, there is no reason for a medical practitioner to ignore death."
It's not that I want to save this god of power.
It’s the path of the ancestors who fought side by side with him!
For these younger generations, Zilu, as a returning ancestor, woke up from the crisis and shed his blood with them.
How could these juniors not try their best to save Zilu?
Lin Fan nodded: "Then save."
"Stop inking," the God of Strength said weakly, his voice trembling, "Hurry, hurry up..."
"Haha, I want to see what you, an arrogant low-life being, are capable of, daring to challenge the majesty of the gods..." The God of Life sneered: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you can't save you, this God of Power
Even if I die in your hands."
Mr. Zhang slowly walked to the God of Strength and squatted down.
Many gods looked curiously, only to see that Mr. Zhang did not perform any magic or surge his divine power. Instead, he slowly took out a pack of silver needles, unfolded them, and took out several scalpels, several syringes, and various strange things.
instrument.
"Haha, you don't even have the divine power of life." The God of Life sneered: "That's it, and you still try to save the God of Power?"
Although the God of Life has no enmity with the God of Strength, even if we talk about it carefully, we are both pure-blooded gods, so it stands to reason that we should unite and help each other.
However, the God of Life never thinks or wants the God of Power to be saved at this time.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be a slap in the face for a mortal? Wouldn't it mean that the majestic Temple of Life is worse than a doctor from the lower world?
Mr. Zhang did not speak, but went step by step and began to check the injury of the God of Strength. He kept muttering to himself: "The third and fourth sections of the sternum are fractured, and the fracture site is close to the heart. The fifth section is fractured and punctures the lungs.
Produces internal bleeding and fluid accumulation."
"The artery is damaged and a hemostat is needed to stop the bleeding urgently."
"The chordae tendineae of the mitral valve in the heart are ruptured and require valve repair."
Any of these injuries is enough to kill anyone!
But under Daxia's terrifying modern medical treatment, these injuries were nothing more than ordinary surgeries!
Mr. Zhang took a deep breath, and the next moment, his hands were like lightning!
Golden light surged at the fingertips, and silver needles floated up, circling and flying, and landed accurately on the acupuncture points of the gods!
This is also thanks to the fact that Mr. Zhang has dissected countless corpses of gods and is so familiar with the physiological structure of gods.
Seeing this scene of golden light surging and silver needles flying, the God of Life's pupils shrank suddenly: "This..."
The figure in a white coat in front of them is strikingly similar to the doctor they had the most trouble with during that battle!
The silver needle fell, and Mr. Zhang suddenly tapped a few acupuncture points. In an instant, a mouthful of black blood spurted out, and the bleeding from the wound suddenly decreased!
at the same time.
"Buzz!"
The scalpel fell into Mr. Zhang's hands, and Mr. Zhang began to work on the bloody wound.
Hemostats, sutures, and other tools were all used.
There is no divine power of life that contains vitality, and no divine magic that nourishes all things.
Only a delicate and rigorous surgical operation!
This is medicine for humans!
Human science!
The whole place was silent, there was no sound at all, and all the gods looked at this scene in astonishment. This was a surgical operation that had never been done before in the world of gods!
The treatment of gods sounds wonderful, but in fact, when most gods are injured, they either use medicines refined in the Potion Temple, or go to the Life Temple to be nourished by the divine power of life.
Under the infusion of the divine power of life, the wound will heal if it can heal, and if it cannot heal, it will die.
If the conditions are good, the gods will use some treasures from the divine realm.
But at this moment, this human being used a cold scalpel to show them a rigorous operation, letting these gods know that saving lives does not require divine power or any natural resources!
Human beings are not blessed with magical powers, but humans, a species that refuses to admit defeat, have relied on their own tenacity and learning ability in the face of death to develop a scientific and complete medical system step by step!
Use your mortal body to defeat death that even gods cannot resist!
In the silence, drops of sweat flowed from Mr. Zhang's forehead, and Lin Fan wiped them away with cotton.
Lin Fan was extremely nervous at this time. He knew that this operation was related to the lives of three people!
At this moment, Mr. Zhang is using his medical skills to challenge the majesty of God!
There are no heart-wrenching screams, no life-or-death battles, only precise but perfect falling knives.
But it's not to kill the god, but to save the god with human medical skills!
Zilu was kneeling on the ground at this time, holding the increasingly cold hand of the God of Power, and confessed and comforted with a trembling voice: "Come on, hold on, you won't die, look at me... Yes, take a deep breath, come on
Stay alive! I beg you not to die!"
"As long as you don't die, you can punch me a lot! Please don't die! Can't I use less force next time?"
Listening to Zilu's shouts and watching Mr. Zhang's surgery, Lin Fan's face showed a strange expression. He did not expect that the first life-and-death crisis for those of them sneaking into the God Realm would be to perform surgery to save the gods...
The surgery was extremely quick.
Half an hour later, Mr. Zhang gave the last stitch, and the wound had been sutured. The wound that was still bloody and bloody now had only a thin line...
As Mr. Zhang removed the densely packed silver needles, the operation came to an end.
"It's over?" A god frowned slightly: "Can this really save people's lives?"
Another god smiled and said: "No matter whether it can be saved or not, at least it is quite bluffing. It is also a knife, pliers, and needlework..."
And at this moment.
"Well done, the body of the God of Power has been repaired." The God of Life's eyes also became full of approval at this time. The surgery just now made him admire the lowly life in front of him, but
Still sighing: "I approve of you and your medical skills in that plane. You have a bit of the sage's demeanor in you."
"It's a pity that this god of power lost too much blood and is extremely weak. He is still going to die."
"If you had shown that you had such means earlier, our Life Temple would have bought you anyway, but... now, you have something to do with the death of God, and you have to die too." The God of Life felt a little regretful and
Pity.
To put it simply, the operation was successful.
But the patient died.
At this time, the God of Power could only breathe out but not in. Even if the injury was stopped, he would not be able to survive for long.
In the eyes of this God of Life, the seriously injured body of this God of Strength has indeed been repaired.
But too much vitality has been lost and he is about to die.
And the divine slave in front of me who was proficient in medical skills, and the divine slave who smashed the God of Power to death with a single blow, both had to be buried with this god!
The other gods also laughed when they heard the words of the God of Life.
"That's right, who can save the injured person who has been sentenced to death by the Temple of Life?"
"There's nothing wrong with resuscitating people. How can a life from the lower world resuscitate an injured person who has been sentenced to death by the gods?"
"Haha, it's interesting. It's a pair of pliers, a knife, and a needle and thread. Not to mention, the medical skills in the lower world are quite interesting. It's like performing acrobatics..."
Zeus also waved his hand and said: "Nos, miracles will never happen after all."
"Hurry up and don't delay the next auction. We are very pressed for time."
But the next moment.
A voice sounded.
"Who said he would die?" Mr. Zhang lowered his head and said.
"Huh?" The gods were stunned.
"He will not die because this operation is not over." Mr. Zhang said calmly, "Also because I will not allow him to die."
"Whoever I don't allow to die cannot die!"
"If I want him to live, he must live!"
Mr. Zhang, dressed in a white coat, stood up in excitement!
Behind him, the golden wheel of merit like the golden wheel of the Great Sun rises, blazing hot and brilliant!
Inside, the word "medicine" shines brightly!
The white robe is stirring, and the beard and hair are swaying.
The golden wheel of merit shines, and the word "medicine" flashes!
At this moment, seeing Mr. Zhang like this, the pupils of all the gods present shrank suddenly, especially the eighty-three elders of the Temple of Life. Their whole bodies were trembling, and they lost their voices and said: "It's so similar..."
At this moment, Mr. Zhang is like a god who controls life and death!
"We have no divine power."
"But we are doctors who save lives!"
"As long as I don't agree, God can't die!"
Mr. Zhang took a huge needle and plunged it into the body of the god of power!
"puff!"
Prick it to the bottom and inject the liquid!
The secret of the God of Medicine: A hundred times the dose of adrenaline!
