Although he tried to sound tough, he was still a little surprised inside.

He has had a severe stomach problem since childhood, and when the pain is severe, he can only eat liquid food for half a month at a time.

I didn't expect that this kid could actually find out the answer just by pressing a few buttons?

Was it a fluke?

If his medical skills are so good, how could he end up homeless?

Zhu Qinghan straightened up, ignoring Ji Cong'an's dissatisfaction.

He turned around and walked to the medicine cabinet to prepare the medicine.

"Your internal organs are fine, and the external injuries will heal in a few days with some ointment to reduce swelling and bruising." Pushing up her glasses, Zhu Qinghan handed the ointment to Ji Cong'an.

Bai Qianmo witnessed everything before her, her dark eyes thoughtful.

Finding auspicious burial sites?

This technique seems familiar!

An hour later.

Ji Cong'an led his men back to the arena.

Xie Siming was sitting leisurely in a chair, holding a glass of red wine in a ostentatious manner.

"Pretentious!" Ji Cong'an muttered.

Xie Siming wasn't angry. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Have you rested enough? Let's begin then."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ban Que, who was standing behind Xie Siming, strode towards the arena.

Ji Cong'an's side

The capable coach and several trainees were all utterly defeated by Ban Que.

There are simply no people who can step into the ring right now.

Ji Cong'an glanced towards the gate.

I felt a little anxious.

If the lord doesn't come soon, he'll have to go up to the ring himself to save face.

Banque glanced disdainfully at the KN people.

Anyone want to come up?

KN was completely silent; some of the more timid ones even took a few steps back.

Ji Cong'an felt very embarrassed, took a deep breath, and prepared to step onto the stage.