Wang Lan's brows furrowed slightly as he looked at Cheng Qingzhu's injuries. It wasn't the complexity of the injuries that bothered him, but the cruelty and ruthlessness of Chang Shuangyue. Everyone was here for the competition, not embroiled in deep-seated hatred; was there really a need for such a heavy hand?
Fortunately, Cheng Qingzhu had passed out. Had he been conscious, how much suffering would he have endured?
"Player Wolf, these injuries are difficult to treat. I know your medical skills are extraordinary, but his injuries are different from Hu Qing's," Miss Ji said, pausing slightly as she looked at Wang Lan, as if she thought he was at a loss for what to do.
"It's manageable," he said, reaching out to touch Cheng Qingzhu's leg.
A surge of Star Power flowed, and a hazy light radiated from the palm of Wang Lan's hand. Underneath the light, the severely twisted and swollen leg slowly reverted to its original state, as if time itself was being rewound.
