"So, should I send the Cursed Flesh over first?" Dai Lin asked.
Cursed Flesh was prescribed only when it was confirmed that the patient was in life-threatening danger within a short period, since the side effects brought by the Cursed Flesh were not minor.
"Not just the Cursed Flesh."
Fang Zhou took out a scalpel and, as if cutting vegetables, sliced off his own left index finger.
However, not even a single drop of blood came out from the wound.
In an instant, a new index finger grew back.
Watching this scene, Dai Lin's expression did not change much, and he took the finger, saying, "Okay, I'll send it over."
Then, his left eye turned towards the pool of blood!
As Lin Sunzhu squatted on the floor, she suddenly saw a piece of raw flesh, a candle, and a... broken index finger emerge from that blood.
This nearly made Lin Sunzhu scream.
"Received three cursed objects, contact me anytime through this finger. I've also sent the prescription form and the instructions for use."
