And what was the result?
One minute, two minutes, three minutes passed.
The disdain on Li Huicheng's face had disappeared without a trace. Duan Nan's pale face was visibly regaining its color, and his spirits were improving. Li Huicheng muttered, "How is this possible? How is this possible? Could there really be such miraculous medical skills in this world?"
Five minutes later.
Ye Chenfeng let go of Duan Nan's wrist with his left hand and casually said, "Alright, your body has recovered."
Originally unable to get out of bed on his own, Duan Nan easily got up and moved his body, feeling completely refreshed. He once again addressed Ye Chenfeng, "Master, thank you! Only your medical skills could command such respect from me."
"Director Duan, may I check your current physical condition?" Li Huicheng asked, intrigued.
"Sure, but make it quick, Doctor Li. I still need to take my master to the quarantine zone," Duan Nan said with a smile.
