Upon hearing this, Sun Yan's eyes lit up instantly, and a flame of hope ignited in her despairing gaze.
"First, remove the bones to force out the poison that has penetrated deep into the internal organs and bone marrow, then use the antidote."
Sun Yan: "Please, Dr. Zhang, do it quickly."
Zhang Fan shook his head: "The pain of having bones removed is unbearable for ordinary people; it's even more painful than childbirth."
Pain is graded. Cutting your finger with a knife is a level 4-7 pain, while childbirth is a level 10 pain, which is the highest level of pain known to date. Having your bone removed is even more painful than childbirth, which shows how painful it is.
"Moreover," Zhang Fan said frankly, "the chance of successfully removing the bone is only 10%."
Sun Yan's voice trembled, and her lips quivered: "Is there any other way to increase the chances of success?"
Zhang Fan shook his head: "I did this part myself. If it were someone else, there wouldn't even be a one percent chance."
This was the first time Zhang Fan had used the method of deboning, and he wasn't very confident.
Sun Yan bit her lower lip, her face was deathly pale, and she was completely lost.
She understood Zhang Fan's meaning: if Zhao Lin were to remove the bones, there was only a 10% chance of success, and the 90% chance of the result would be the same as now—death!
The result is the same, but the process is different, causing Zhao Lin great pain and torment.
Zhang Fan's voice was rational: "You have three minutes to consider. After three minutes, there won't be a chance to remove the bone."
With three minutes about to pass, Zhang Fan reminded him, "You have ten seconds left, nine seconds... one second left!"
Sun Yan shouted, "Help!"
Before he fainted, Zhao Lin spoke to her at length, expressing his reluctance to part with her and his attachment to life.
Zhao Lin wanted to live, and she was helping him. Zhao Lin wouldn't blame her!
Zhang Fan nodded slightly: "No one can stay by my side while I'm treating patients."
He wanted to use spiritual energy as a knife to remove the toxins from Zhao Lin's bone marrow and internal organs, but the procedure was too illogical for him to explain.
Chen Yao helped Sun Yan, who was about to faint, out of the room and closed the door.
Zhang Fan turned Zhao Lin over, put two fingers together, and used his spiritual energy as a knife to cut along Zhao Lin's spine from top to bottom.
Zhao Lin let out a huge scream, his muscles spasmed, and his whole body trembled.
Sun Yan was crying so hard outside the door that she almost fainted, and leaned weakly on Chen Yao's shoulder.
Chen Yao hugged Sun Yan and comforted her, "Don't worry, Zhang Fan will definitely get better."
"If...if it were him..."
Chen Yao: "I believe in Zhang Fan!"
Sun Yan looked up and saw such a determined look in Chen Yao's eyes for the first time. Her gaze gradually hardened.
Zhang Fan can definitely do it.
Zhao Lin's cries grew weaker and weaker until they finally stopped.
An hour later, Zhang Fan opened the door, his face covered in sweat.
"Give him the medicine." Zhang Fan handed him a pill.
Sun Yan took the pills and immediately ran inside to feed them to the patient.
Zhang Fan stood still, breathing heavily, and glistening beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.
His gaze swept across his handsome face, down his sharply defined chin, and onto his bulging chest muscles before disappearing into his clothes.
This scene was brimming with male hormones, and Chen Yao's heart raced again, his breathing becoming rapid.
Are there any rooms available for resting here?
Zhang Fan's voice was deep and seductive, like a devil tempting people to commit crimes.
"Chen Yao, you're drooling."
Zhang Fan called Chen Yao's name, as she was lost in thought.
Chen Yao subconsciously raised her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth, only to find nothing there, realizing she had been tricked.
She glared at him and said coquettishly, "Don't joke like that with your sister."
Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, leaned forward, and closed the distance between them: "You look so young, yet you call yourself 'older sister.' Are you trying to take advantage of me?"
Upon seeing the handsome face magnified before her eyes, and feeling the warmth of his breath, Chen Yao's face flushed instantly. She hurriedly retreated and fled in panic, saying, "I'll take you to rest for a while."
Zhang Fan was in the bedroom next door. Chen Yao pointed to the room and said, "Sister Wang changed these sheets yesterday. No one has slept in them."
"This bed looks so soft, it must be so comfortable to sleep on." Zhang Fan sat on the bed, shook himself up and down, and patted the empty space next to him, unable to help but sigh.
"You...you're being a pervert!" Chen Yao blushed, glared at Zhang Fan, and left.
Zhang Fan smiled slightly, put his hands behind his head, and watched Chen Yao's departing figure.
Chen Yao had her hair styled in big waves today, her dark hair cascading down her back and swaying from side to side with her movements. The length of her hair was just enough to cover her slender waist, making her already pert buttocks appear even more rounded.
Two slender, straight legs were faintly visible beneath the bodycon skirt, dazzlingly white under the bright fluorescent lights.
Zhao Lin doesn't need Chen Yao; she just needs to wait.
With nothing to do for the time being, Chen Yao's mind started wandering.
The scene of Zhang Fan saving her was still vivid in her mind; she could almost still feel the warmth of his body on her waist.
Once Chen Yao's figure was out of sight, Zhang Fan suddenly sat up in bed, sat cross-legged, and began to circulate his spiritual energy.
He could clearly feel that after scraping his bones with his spiritual power, his spiritual power surged and his entire body was boiling.
Concentrating his mind, Zhang Fan focused all his attention on his dantian. The spiritual energy surged wildly and erratically in his dantian as he absorbed the spiritual energy from the ebony bracelet, and countless golden light points converged towards him.
Zhang Fan used the absorbed spiritual energy to guide it through his meridians and throughout his body, eventually condensing it into a golden spiritual energy core, which gathered in his dantian and was about the size of a football.
My bones were shattering rapidly, my skin felt like it was being cut by a dull knife, and every pore was being torn apart by an invisible force; the pain penetrated deep into my soul.
Zhang Fan's mouth was open, but he didn't even have the strength to make a sound.
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