This was to prevent Joseph Thomas from being unable to withstand the pain and moving around.
At this moment, Joseph's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily. His entire body was covered in sweat.
If one were to observe carefully, one could see that the sweat flowing out of his body was flowing through his pores and expelling dark red stains.
These were the bone fragments of his legs. Braydon Neal had crushed them with his strength. They were ten times thinner than a strand of hair and were expelled by his body.
The methods of a great national doctor relied on king level strength for every step.
No wonder the ancient books recorded that if one wanted to become a great national doctor, one must first become a conferred king.
Without king level strength, one could forget about becoming a great national doctor.
Joseph's voice was hoarse. "Brother Braydon, can I still practice martial arts after I'm cured?"
