"I've ruminated over everything that I know…"
"Same here…"
"There is no way…"
In the headquarters of the bandit group, several pharmacists shook their heads and left.
"There seems to be a ton of metal in this body. He should recover if the metal fragments can be extracted."
The words of one pharmacist instantly attracted people's attention.
"Unfortunately, the metal fragments are all shattered and in the smallest dust form. To take them out, unless all of his blood is drained and cleaned…"
"Get out!" Bhang Wusheng got anxious and angry, and he kicked the pharmacist out of the room. He finally found a successor, but this young man got so severely injured by Qian Zhanxuan. If he got here a bit later, who knew how the situation would turn out.
"Drain all the blood?" Bhang Wusheng didn't know how that pharmacist came up with that idea. How could someone live without blood?
"Perhaps I have a way…"
