Feng Wu turned to Wang Zhi after saving Ling Hao.
Wang Zhi was lying still on the ground, and she hurried to his side.
His right leg was covered in blood, and a bone was sticking out.
"Oh my god!" Ling Hao cried out. "Wang Zhi, you've endured so much pain! This is so bad, but you didn't make a sound."
Wang Zhi smiled bitterly. "It's not like it would have made any difference."
Feng Wu examined Wang Zhi as Ling Hao spoke to him.
The injury was a tricky one. It was his knee.
However, it wasn't too tricky for a Supreme-level medicine refiner.
Feng Wu soon cured Wang Zhi.
Wang Zhi looked at the scab on his knee before he stared at Feng Wu in disbelief.
He had been lying some distance away from the others and could only listen when they had shouted in surprise.
He had thought that Feng Wu couldn't possibly be a Supreme-level medicine refiner.
