However, the aura on his body was like Mount Tai, pressing directly against Olicodo.
At this moment, Olicodo had no time to breed hatred, and was so frightened by Long Aotian's terrifying momentum that he almost lost his soul.
It can be said that he is now like an ant in the waves, with the possibility of drowning at any time.
Even though Long Aotian quickly regained his momentum, Olicodo only recovered after a full minute.
He lowered his head, his eyes filled with overwhelming hatred.
He clenched his fists and cracked his knuckles.
Thinking about Zhang Fan scolding him in the same way before, the anger in his chest was like a volcano about to erupt.
Offal, offal!
Olicodo roared in his heart.
At this moment, he wanted to cut Zhang Fan and Long Aotian into pieces.
Outside the emergency room, countless people stared at Olicodo, not daring to breathe.
This scene is so fucking awesome.
A boss at the peak of his power was slapped in the face. It was so fucking explosive.
But soon, their attention fell on Mu Chenfeng lying on the operating table.
Did that guy Zhang Fan run away or did he do something else?
Oh my god, you ran away halfway through the operation, how serious are you?
What if the guy on the operating table loses his dog?
A group of people didn't dare to speak. After all, the big boss of Orikodo Gangqi, Bibi, was beaten so hard that he didn't dare to speak.
They, haha, were beaten to death by Long Aotian, and no one would dare to collect their bodies.
But soon, a group of people took out their mobile phones.
"Nary, did you know that Zhang Fan, that bitch, actually knows medical skills!"
"What the fuck? Zhang Fan? He knows medical skills? Don't tease me, okay?"
"Why didn't he die on the battlefield?"
"Brother, what's going on? Tell me?"
Soon, the news that Zhang Fan had brought Mu Chenfeng back from the brink of death was quickly passed on to the joint base.
Some of the guys who could still move quickly rushed to the emergency room and squatted at the door of Mu Chenfeng's emergency room with big eyes and small eyes.
At this moment, Zhang Fan's side was also firing on all cylinders.
Three medicine furnaces fire at the same time.
One is boiling sutures, one is boiling healing elixirs, and the other is boiling ointments for external application.
Half an hour flew by.
At the entrance of the emergency room, a group of people were waiting impatiently.
You know, they are still wounded now.
Coupled with their fatigue, some people even fell asleep leaning against the wall.
It made an earth-shattering purring sound.
"Zhang Fan, that bitch, can't really run away. I remember, Mu Chenfeng is his teammate, right?"
"Is that okay? I just took a look. Mu Chenfeng's belly is still open. Oh my god, I can see his heart beating."
"I think that guy is just pretending to be a show-off. He is probably hiding in his room shivering right now."
"Hehe, let me tell you, he didn't go to Baidu, right? How could he start running away halfway through the operation!"
At the same time, several doctors in the emergency room were also a little anxious.
"It's been half an hour, and the wound hasn't been sutured. It's just left open, and it's getting infected by germs. How can I fix it?"
"How about we help sew it up?"
At this time, Long Aotian whispered: "I advise you not to move, otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences!"
After hearing this, several doctors also trembled!
Oricodo was beaten, they...
Forget it!
It was at this moment that a figure rushed over quickly.
Seeing Zhang Fan's figure, countless people at the door of the emergency room instantly became energetic.
"Coming, coming."
"Huh? What does this smell like?"
"Wo Ri, could it be that Zhang Fan went to prepare medicine?"
"Have you noticed that this smell is a bit like the medicinal aroma of elixirs?"
"Fuck, yes, it kind of looks like it. Damn, this is the unique fragrance that elixirs only have. If it were just simple Chinese medicinal materials, it would have a very strong bitter taste."
A group of people looked at Zhang Fan with big eyes and small eyes. It could be said that they looked at Zhang Fan in disbelief.
As beings at the level of Anjin and Mingjin, how could they not come into contact with elixirs.
This kind of thing is not something that anyone with money can buy.
The most important thing is, does the medicinal fragrance of Ma Dan come from the bowl in Zhang Fan's hand?
In an instant, countless people stood on tiptoe.
After a quick glance, countless people were stunned!
Damn it, damn it!
That thing that is the size of a pigeon egg and is still smoking, what the hell is that?
Damn it, Zhang Fan couldn't have done this by himself in half an hour, right?
Impossible, damn!
You know, the pharmacist has such a status, paralysis, and super awesome existence.
Moreover, as for Zhang Fan, a little bitch, his age, to put it bluntly, is almost that of an eldest nephew.
Which of the pharmacists in their country is not a grandfather-level existence?
Is this fucking scientific?
Totally unscientific.
Wait a minute!
Wait a minute!
Zhang Fan, this bitch, is not just a pharmacist? Or a doctor?
You know, doctors, they can save lives.
Damn it! Damn it!
What's going on in this world?
Damn, this is too much.
It’s all nine years of compulsory education. Why is Zhang Fan, a bitch, so good?
At this moment, the hearts of countless people were bleeding.
Damn it, there is absolutely no way for people to survive!
Not to mention anything else, even if Zhang Fan is just a piece of trash, he can destroy dozens of them with this alone.
"No, no, no, it's impossible, Juebi is impossible. I don't believe this kid can refine elixirs, Juebi doesn't believe it."
"There must be a master behind him!"
A group of people, holding their heads, were in a state of saying: don't listen, don't listen, they are like bastards chanting sutras.
At the same time, a group of Gangqi bosses stared at Zhang Fan as if they were seeing a ghost.
"No, no, no, this is not true. Long Aotian must be behind it to pave the way for Zhang Fan. At such a young age, there is absolutely no way he is a pharmacist."
As a Gang Qi level person, he is more aware of the difficulty of the profession of pharmacist than the group of Dark and Ming Jin level beings at the door.
Which one is not an achievement that takes decades of hard work?
At this moment, Zhang Fan directly took out the silver needle, threaded it, and sewed it!
Looking at the milky white sutures, the experts on the French team were stunned.
Why does this suture look wrong?
Wait a minute, why is there a strong smell of Chinese medicinal materials?
Damn it, is this suture also homemade?
No way!
This thing is very particular.
First, the sutures must be uniform and thin. The thickness of the sutures must be consistent. Otherwise, massive bleeding will occur!
Second, it is tough and will snap when it cannot be sewn.
Third, it must be sterile! Otherwise, if the internal organs are infected, you will have to wait for death!
You know, Zhang Fan only left for half an hour.
Can you make surgical sutures by hand in half an hour?
This is too much.
(Thank you: Well, it’s over; don’t forget your original intention, she; you have spent a hundred years in a hurry and received thousands of rewards from the three brothers. Oh!)