Whack!
Chu Yang placed one hand on the shoulder of the unsightly middle-aged man and the other on his right leg, his expression grave as he spoke, "The poison in your right leg is spreading to your heart; if you don't amputate quickly, I'm afraid you will die."
"But rest assured, since I am a physician, naturally my principle is to save the dying and heal the injured."
"Don't be afraid; I can definitely save your life."
Upon hearing Chu Yang's words, panic instantly set in for the ugly man. He wanted to push Chu Yang away forcefully, but Chu Yang's hand on his shoulder gripped him like it was his vital point; he was utterly unable to exert any strength.
Not only could he not muster any strength, but he also found himself unable to speak.
The onlookers around them began to discuss, "What? He needs an amputation? That's too cruel!"
"This guy's leg doesn't look like it's been poisoned at all, why would it need to be amputated?"
