Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

Although there are elixirs for cultivating immortals, many disciples are not able to withstand attacks.

Even if there is a small cut on the finger, he has to look at it. I guess if I delay for a while, the wound will heal. If I really end up on a battlefield full of blood and death, I will probably die from the pain.

He had also seen people who had used Ma Fei San but it didn't work, and who couldn't bear the pain of bone setting, so they spat out the folded white gauze in their mouths and bit off their tongues to commit suicide.

He will never forget how he felt at that time.

It was as if a rotten, smelly rag was stuffed into his throat, leaving no room for movement and he couldn't utter a single word.

The cold corpse lay in front of him, looking miserable.

He could have survived, it was just a matter of setting the bones, he knew how to do it. His family was full of hope, but he still died.

Yelling, accusing, crying...

He still remembered the crazed old woman tugging at his sleeve like crazy, her eyes bloodshot as she sobbed and cried, "You damn quack, give me back my son!"

"Aren't you a cultivator? Resurrect him for me! If my son can't survive, I want you and your disciple to be buried with him!"

"My poor son! Give me back my son!"

The whole family rushed up together, tugged at his sleeves, and punched him and his master in the face one after another. They groaned in their throats, their expressions filled with pain and despair, their dark blue faces like those of evil spirits seeking revenge.

This was his nightmare when he was young.

He was a failed mediocre doctor who failed to save lives.

So now he wants his younger brothers to be able to endure the pain and not to despair and seek death no matter how painful it is.

Senior Brother Zhang started working quickly. He treated the wound meticulously and carefully, leaving no room for fault. The large area of ​​blood in front of him was shocking.

An ordinary person probably couldn't even endure it. The junior brother lying there was in excruciating pain, but the ball gag in his mouth stayed firmly in place.

This is the true state of being unable to live or die.

In the eyes of others, this is the spirit of the King of Hell, who came to the human world specifically to inflict eighteen kinds of torture.

Among medical practitioners, he did not have a very good reputation because his treatment methods were too harsh, like vivisection, and few could stand it.

The injured disciple could still feel the knife scratching his leg, cutting through the flesh, and could see the bloody muscle texture.

Yu Zhao's scalp felt numb. He thought this would only happen when fighting with others, but he didn't expect that healing an injury would also be like this.

The treatment was quickly completed. Senior Brother Zhang expertly bandaged and tied the wound. He then winked at the disciples standing nearby, and they all stepped forward to carry the man away. Then...

It was thrown into the pot with a "plop".

That’s right, in the pot.

Yu Zhao didn't dare to breathe. The air was filled with steam and smoke. She took a few steps and looked into the pot. She didn't know what was cooking inside.

It was sticky and viscous, like dyed silt, and the green bubbles gurgled like a boiling kettle.

The disciple just lay there, feeling hopeless. Senior Brother Zhang would occasionally throw in some "seasonings". Xiao Ji appeared out of nowhere and threw in two large cabbages.

She is hungry.

As a mature spirit pet, she has to learn to find food on her own.

Senior Brother Zhang wasn't angry either. He picked her up and placed her aside, gently stroking her big ears and saying calmly, "Be careful not to fall."

Then he continued to busy himself.

Yu Zhao watched silently. To be fair, he did a pretty good job. Not only was he bold and careful, but his treatment method was also very unique. She wrote down the proportions of the medicine.

The calluses on Senior Brother Zhang's fingers were so thick that they could even touch the edge of a boiling hot pot. It didn't take long for him to pull the man up and loosen the white gauze that bound him.

The junior fellow was intact and astonished, jumping up and down without any problem.

To be honest, the treatment effect is really good.

In the world of immortal cultivation where people take drugs to treat injuries, medical skills have almost become useless.

Because elixirs are so popular and one elixir can cure all diseases, many medical practitioners do not deliberately study these, but instead focus on refining better elixirs. Some human emperors have even begun to promote elixirs just to achieve immortality.

Senior Brother Zhang doesn’t know whether his choice is right or not, but everything has its value. Even if medical skills are completely eliminated by the world of immortal cultivation in the future, he will still persist.

He doesn't want the medical skills in the world of immortal cultivation to be cut off, and he will live with his medical skills.

This is his way.

The disciple who had recovered from his injury didn't know why, but he turned around and lifted up his good brother, tied him up skillfully, and didn't give him a chance to react. He patted his shoulder and signaled him to relax.

"This Senior Brother Zhang is a first-rate healer. Don't be afraid, it won't hurt at all."

It just hurts a little bit.

Yu Zhao also raised his fist and used the numbing fist on his disciple, making him faint with one punch. Senior Brother Zhang beside him smiled with satisfaction. Physical cultivators, knife cultivators, and sword cultivators were all his first choices for helping him.

But the sword cultivator was too pretentious, had a bad temper, and had an expression that said, "What are you looking at?" Coincidentally, he didn't like to talk, so most of the time they could only stare at each other.

Unexpectedly, the sword cultivator who was temporarily brought in was quite skilled, with skillful techniques and good control of strength. He was not as abstract as the previous physical cultivator, for example: he could open someone's head with one punch.

"Maybe you can try to communicate with others." Yu Zhao suggested. After all, tying someone up and attacking them without saying a word would be too scary.

Senior Brother Zhang thought for a second, then nodded slightly, his lips curled up stiffly, forcing out a ferocious smile. Looking at his evil face, the bound disciples wanted to cry for their parents.

"Raise your hand if you can't bear the pain." Senior Brother Zhang looked at the beautiful medical practitioner next to him and followed his example. Yu Zhao also stepped forward and untied the disciple's left hand from the 'torture instrument'.

The treatment process was a bit bumpy.

The disciple couldn't bear it anymore. Halfway through the treatment, his arm was shaking. He slowly raised his hand, and then Senior Brother Zhang, who was very focused, pressed his hand down.

"Don't move."

He quickly sutured the wound.

disciple:"???"

Didn't we tell him to raise his hands if the pain became unbearable?!

He just felt like a fish on a chopping board, being dissected by the fishmonger, Brother Zhang. Brother Zhang's heart seemed colder than that of the fishmonger who had been killing fish for ten years.

Yu Zhao didn't know what part of his body the disciple used to make the sound, anyway...

amount.

It's quite miserable.

After putting the man down, Yu Zhao comforted him dryly, "A real man sheds blood, not tears."

"I'm not crying, my eyes are just sweating..." The disciple stubbornly tilted his head to the sky at a 45-degree angle, trying to hold back his tears, but unfortunately, only more tears flowed out. It was like diarrhea, and he couldn't hold it back.

"Does Senior Brother Zhang have to be alive to treat my injuries?" He sighed in agony. In fact, he felt that Senior Brother Zhang was more suitable to stay in the Punishment Hall.

After one set, even the ashes will start to speak.