Upon hearing this, Gongsun Ke became furious: "You just said that doctors have the heart of parents, so why aren't you saving the person yet?"

"No rush," Fang Zong said, then glanced at the two stretchers, looked at Gongsun Ke, and smiled, "Saving people isn't difficult, but there's something I need to make clear."

"Speak, and then hurry up and save them. These two are both military officers from the North China branch. If something happens to them, your little assistant can't afford the responsibility," Gongsun Ke said coldly.

Fang Zong smiled and said, "What I mean is, doctors have the heart of parents; to save lives, you have to call them 'Dad'!"

As he spoke, Fang Zong slid forward, rushed up, and punched Gongsun Ke in the face.

Seeing Fang Zong make a move, everyone in the helicopter except the two people on the stretcher wanted to join in, but they quickly put away their weapons, lowered their heads, and dared not utter a sound.

Before them, Xue Nuo had already stuck more than a dozen kitchen knives into the ground, their blades flashing with electricity like snakes. Judging from Xue Nuo's smiling expression, he clearly didn't seem like the type to hold back in a fight.

They looked at Old Man Meng and saw that he was standing on Fang Zong's parents' side, comforting the two elders.

Fang Zong's footsteps scraped the ground as he ran, his fists flashing silver-white like steel, shattering the air with his fists. With an uppercut, he was about to send Gongsun Ke flying into the sky.

"You're so fast! Are you some kind of support general?!" Gongsun Ke's expression changed drastically.

But he was not intimidated at all. With a single clench of his fist, flames rose up, threatening to burn Fang Zong's fist to ashes.

He sneered, "Saving someone only requires one hand. I'll ruin your hand as a warning to others!"

"Heh~" Without saying a word, Fang Zong launched an even more ferocious attack.

The two fists collided, and "crack crack~~" Gongsun Ke's fist suddenly made a sound of bones breaking.

His flames were intense and fierce, but Fang Zong, protected by his iron armor and silver clothing, only felt them slightly red from the heat. Fang Zong grabbed his collar and delivered two consecutive knee strikes, but they were blocked by a shield made of flames.

"I underestimated you!" Gongsun Ke roared in anger.

Suddenly, Gongsun Ke's flames changed from pale red to a dazzling bright red, and the temperature increased by more than ten times.

Fang Zong gasped, sensing that the opponent's flames were at least a seventh-level technique. His iron armor and silver robes were only second-level, and he focused on physical defense; he was practically about to be burned to ashes.

But he gave a cold laugh and continued to throw punches, too lazy to even use the sixth-level derailment impact.

"I see you don't want your own claws... uh?" Gongsun Ke clasped his hands together, and flames exploded, but suddenly, an even more terrifying chill surged forth.

Above his head, eight arms gripped eight long swords, which were reversed and pierced a semi-circular cage along his back.

Then, a surge of cold air, like a nitrogen cylinder exploding, came rushing in and sprayed precisely onto his body!

"Eight-Armed Rakshasa Li Xiaoran! How dare you turn against me for a mere support?" Gongsun Ke roared.

"Touch my teammate, and I'll kill you." Li Xiaoran said coldly, another long sword appearing in his hand as he slashed at Gongsun Ke's neck.

"Hiss..." Fang Zong was startled.

My dear aunt, it was just a fight, it was just a fight, why did you go so far?

If we beat up Gongsun Ke, we're in the right; if we kill Gongsun Ke, the Ghost Squad will be thrown into chaos! Fang Zong didn't want to cause trouble for himself, so he instinctively grabbed Gongsun Ke and pulled him away. Then, with a whoosh, Li Xiaoran's knife passed through Gongsun Ke's back, tearing off a piece of skin before severing Gongsun Ke's legs.

"Kill him, then we'll run away?" Li Xiaoran said to Fang Zong calmly.

Fang Zong felt pain in his teeth, and pain in his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

Good heavens! You knew you'd have to run away after killing him, yet you still did it? You guys can run, but how am I supposed to run with my family in tow?

Fang Zong casually tossed Gongsun Ke to the ground, walked to the two stretchers, and began to treat the man.

"Help me, my leg..." Gongsun Ke stopped being defiant, covered in blood, looking extremely pitiful.

Fang Zong turned his head and smiled, "Doctors have the heart of parents. Don't worry, I'll treat the seriously injured first."

"Then save me?" Gongsun Ke asked hopefully.

Fang Zong continued smiling: "Call me Dad."

Then, with even greater ease, he pulled a wisp of ghostly energy from the Yin-preserving wood and tossed it onto Gongsun Ke's severed leg.

The two wounded soldiers were seriously injured, but their spines were not damaged; their wounds were simply rotting from the ghostly energy. Fang Zong didn't spend much time on them; he simply removed the rotting flesh, wiped away the ghostly energy from the wounds, and then sent them to the hospital for stitches.

As for Gongsun Ke, Meng Laode was very perceptive; he froze his legs and instructed people to take good care of him.

Time passed slowly, and half an hour later, Fang Zong comforted his parents and enjoyed a cocktail made by Zhao Changle at the bar.

Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo were drinking heartily next to us, while Yang Tiesheng and Lin Qiaoyu didn't dare to drink. But judging from their bulging backpacks, they were clearly prepared to take the drinks later if they didn't drink now.

Zhao Changle was on the verge of tears; these people were all freeloading.

"Free drinks? Can't you give the old man some too?"

Meng Laode came over from the door, sat down at the bar, and asked seemingly casually, "Xiao Zong, when are you going to treat Gongsun Ke's leg?"

"We'll fix it for him when he figures it out." Fang Zongcai wasn't buying it.

Heal Gongsun Ke's leg, and then what? Let Gongsun Ke come looking for trouble? Now it's all over, with ghostly energy corrupting him, only I can heal his leg. When this person realizes the truth, then he can become a whole person again.

Old Man Meng said aggrievedly, "It's hard being an old man."

Fang Zong glared: "Dad was already worried about me, and now our own people are pulling this stunt. How am I not in a difficult position? Uncle Meng, there's a scale in the world, and right and wrong are in people's hearts. I don't believe the Ghost Killing Team can force me."

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