Chapter 23: Skilled in Traditional Bone Setting and Surgery Too?

"Fine, I'll listen to the leader. I'll wait outside; surely that's acceptable once the surgery is finished?" Meng Zhaofeng’s tone softened, though he still sat on the chair outside the operating room, visibly brimming with emotion.

Vice Dean Zhang, seeing that Meng Zhaofeng had finally shown some courtesy, smiled at him with gratitude. Turning his head to address Ye Lin, he said, "Mr. Ye, it’s settled. But as you can see, we have other arrangements later, so we can only squeeze out two hours."

Ye Lin nodded calmly. "That’s enough."

Without another word, he turned and instructed Jiang Wan'er to stay outside, then pushed Jiang Xiaosheng inside himself.

"Divine Doctor Ye, will my brother's legs really be okay?"

The title of Sorcerer Supreme was not something gained by chance; it was the rank awarded to the champion of the grand mages' battle royale. The Ancient One had earned this prestigious title by physically crushing all enemies and emerging as the undisputed victor.

Unfortunately, the Mandarin was no fool. Facing a massive wall of justice, he remained unfazed. He threw his hands out from his chest, simultaneously unleashing the powers of ice and fire. The golden wall could not withstand such a volatile combination and shattered into pieces, much to his delight.

Some people lacked the time, others had already gone and been driven away, and some simply refused to go because they knew what Ye Xi had done.

On the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, just before the New Year, Mo Xingjian, who had been staking out the White Tiger Gang’s stronghold, unexpectedly discovered that a deputy leader of the gang had returned quietly to the base with several suspicious-looking characters.

Though his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, the clash of blades before him did not slow in the slightest. Chen Qi followed up with another sword strike, his movements cold and merciless.

For these two sects, whose rankings in the martial arts world were neck-and-neck, this battle was of vital importance.

Fans who followed him closely saw the clarification post immediately. They wept with joy and then swarmed the official entertainment account that had started the rumors to berate them.

In that moment, Zhu Zhijie could not worry about much else; she grabbed both the decorative tassel and the jade pendant. By then, Su Xiaochen had snatched a spatula from a nearby vendor and, aiming at the carriage window frame, pried it open. The frame fell away with a clatter.

As the saying goes, life is the best teacher. Zhang Tianxiang, clutching a rag, had somehow intuitively learned to read the room.

"Forget it, Changle. If we can't find it, we'll just pick another birthday gift for Grandmother."

Just as the massive dragon claw reached the chest of the Demon Soul, a blood-red spear burst through the wall. A terrifying aura exploded like a waterfall, forcefully blocking Ao Lingtian’s strike.

Alas, it was too late. Li Baoqiang executed a standard grappling maneuver, locking the veteran's right arm and twisting it behind his back, seizing the Type 81 rifle for himself.

Hearing Nangong Ling’s words, Baili Boyi withdrew his gaze from Shui Lianyue and raised his cup, smiling elegantly. "May we find the nation peaceful and the people secure when we meet again."

Shui Lianyue’s white attire made her particularly eye-catching. Pedestrians on the street even stopped to whisper, which made her somewhat uncomfortable. She had thought this outfit was quite modest, but she hadn't expected it to draw such a crowd.

Sure enough, Shui Lianyue paused but did not turn around. Li Shanshan saw that Shui Yunheng was quite angry and looked at Shui Lianyue with furrowed brows; despite her inner doubts, she felt an inexplicable urge to help her.

His eyes cleared slightly. Looking carefully, he saw the inner hall of a strange, dilapidated house before him.

"Retreat!" After firing the rockets, Qin Shubao decisively led his troops to withdraw. The camps were spread too far apart, and the fire was not strong enough to stall Li Shimin’s army for long.

"A large scale?" Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui exchanged a quick glance. Had the Prince’s plan already been set in motion? And were Li Jing and the others proceeding according to the plan?

Just as the King of Hell was about to generously sing the praises of these heroes, Wang Feng’s untimely voice suddenly rang out, causing the King of Hell to choke like a strangled duck.

Regarding the King of Hell’s remark, Wang Feng was rarely this furious. He lashed out at him without a shred of decorum; he despised how this fellow not only failed to help turn the tide but instead acted as a hindrance.

Reflecting on these things, he had to re-evaluate his own worth and search for the reason she would take such risks for him.

Landi knew the numbers represented by these bars. After calculating in his mind, he determined his position was currently in the "Release Room," so he stepped into the hidden door marked "Cover" in the southeast corner.

This meant that in this day and age, it was very likely that at least four Supremes would arrive here in the near future?

However, Bodhidharma believed that Buddhist principles were a philosophy and that Buddhist teachings should be practiced in daily life rather than followed blindly. Consequently, his views were diametrically opposed to those of most people at the time, and he was widely ostracized.

By this time, Lin Feng had been an immortal for many years. Yet, only today did he finally manage to alter the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao by a fraction.

"I said this was our company’s own decision. I wonder if you believe me, President Lin?" Sun Li pursed his lips and said, his palms sweating profusely as he spoke.

The newcomer had a rugged, imposing demeanor, but he wore an iron foot on one leg. Who could it be but Qin Zhonghai, the son of a court rebel and current leader of Rucang Mountain?

"Wow, everyone will be very happy to hear this news. Is this the first time you’ve announced your new plan to the public?" Oprah asked.

Just then, a voice called out, "Master Lu, wait!" Lu Yun turned back to see that Gu Qianxi had arrived.

"Do you mean..." The Divine General began to feel that Ah Tie’s trip to the Soul-Searching Palace was a suicide mission, though he wasn't entirely certain. If Ah Tie was truly resolved to die to eliminate the God, could he really sacrifice his beloved—Xue Yuan—to save the common people?

Because everyone else’s attention was fixed on Garrett, his performance was simply too stunning.

"Here." Ye Ti lowered his head, typed rapidly on the main console, and a membership card appeared on the desk.

"Huanhuan is very smart. If you keep learning, you’ll definitely surpass me." Seeing a flicker of sadness in those bright eyes, Murong Jiu immediately ruffled Ye Qinghuan’s hair, his gentle voice filled with profound encouragement.