Li Xiaoqiang entered the emergency room, staring at the elderly man lying on the operating table. His hair was speckled with white, and wrinkles framed his eyes, yet even while lying down, his face conveyed a sense of benevolence.
This must be what they mean by a kind and benevolent elder, Li Xiaoqiang thought as he performed surgery with his gloved hands. However, his gaze occasionally drifted to the old man's head because his fortune was incredibly dazzling.
Primarily, golden Rong Yun and purple official fortune adorned his head. Although his official fortune was slowly dissipating, it remained intensely radiant.
Above Li Xiaoqiang's head spun six auras of fortune, with the purple Hammer of Official Fortune spinning the fastest. The old gentleman's official fortune was gathering towards Li Xiaoqiang's head, making him highly focused.
