In the private room.
Zhou Yu had already finished examining Zheng Qiu's body.
Zheng Qiu's condition was quite severe.
He had been beaten before, suffering multiple internal injuries, compounded by several shocks from a stun gun, resulting in blood clots throughout his body, especially a large lump at the back of his head, which if not properly handled, could directly affect the rest of his life.
Luckily, he had met Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu used acupuncture to swiftly dissolve the blood clots inside him and stabilize his injuries.
During this process, Wang Miao and Chen Xingxing watched by the side.
Both of them watched in stunned silence.
Not only was Zhou Yu fierce in a fight, but he was also skilled in medicine.
What kind of person was he?
Compared to Zhou Yu, they felt like they were useless.
"What are you two daydreaming about?"
Zhou Yu's voice startled them both.
Only then did they realize that Zhou Yu had finished the treatment.
