For a moment, Qin Ruoyun was under the illusion that Lin Feng was an unparalleled master, but she quickly dismissed the thought, as his aura was no different from that of an ordinary person.
The sharp edge of the blade sliced through flesh, and a streak of dark blood spurted out, causing the onlookers to tremble with fear, and the more faint-hearted screamed and covered their eyes, unable to watch.
The tattooed man, although unable to feel the pain, was terrified by such a horrific sight, and his body trembled.
"Lin... Divine Doctor Lin, can my foot still be saved?" the tattooed man asked, trembling.
Lin Feng did not respond, but switched tools and continued the surgery. Soon, the swelling in the tattooed man's foot reduced, and a small half-bowl of black blood accumulated on the floor.
