Slap! Slap!
Bai Xiaofan's hands formed a blur as he kept slapping over Li Lao Taiye's body, while at the same time, Feng, the divine doctor, smartly grabbed a scalpel lying nearby and decisively made a cut on Li Lao Taiye's left arm.
In an instant, blood kept flowing out.
But this blood was not bright red, rather it was black, a deep black.
Smack! Drip!
As Bai Xiaofan's hands slapped faster and faster, the black blood also flowed out more vigorously.
Seeing this, Li Yuan hurriedly brought over a basin to catch the blood.
After slapping for over ten minutes, Bai Xiaofan's face gradually turned a bit pale, clearly struggling to keep up with the consumption of his internal mystical energy.
After seeing this scene, Feng, the divine doctor, rolled his aged eyes and instructed Li Yuan, who was standing behind him, "Go, prepare a hundred-year-old ginseng, not the artificially cultivated kind!"
