Doctor Bai waved his hand dismissively. "No need to thank me. This is really my duty as a physician."
After that, Han Xin walked out of the medical bay, heading for the grand hall. As he approached the grand hall, he pulled the hood lower over his face, blending into the crowd. Who would have thought he would walk into a scene of Xiang Yu kneeling before the imperial Lord, asking to be punished?
Han Xin had a gnawing feeling that Xiang Yu was scheming something, but he couldn't understand why everything was so different from his last life. Hidden in the shadows, his hood covering half his face, Han Xin watched as Xiang Yu was struck repeatedly by the electromagnetic whip. By the twelfth slash, Xiang Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, but his back remained straight, torn and bleeding.
