"It's not enough! Not enough!"
The annular tumors above the sea of fire multiplied, and Dr. Liu's hands moved with increasing speed.
The scalpel sliced through rough skin, cut through thick fat, parted muscle and nerve, and scraped a clear gash across the periosteum. Then, the gash suddenly shifted, sliding off to the side.
In the blink of an eye, the wound vanished without a trace. In the sky, however, an annular tumor faltered and fell, plunging into the sea of fire.
Dr. Liu gritted his teeth and looked up again at the ring-shaped Shadows above the sea of fire.
'Still not enough.'
The pain came too often and vanished too easily. It was warping his perception. Sometimes, a wound would be there, but he'd feel nothing. Other times, he'd have already transferred the injury, only for the excruciating pain to strike him suddenly.
At the same time, a powerful drowsiness washed over him. The searing heat from the flames left Dr. Liu parched.
