As the green light receded, Fengyu nodded as if he had expected the result.
Clean wound, healed cut artery, no blood flowing.
Nothing! Nothing at all happened!
"It seems we won't be able to escape the cruel and gruesome opening of the wound!" Fengyu sighed, telling Zimu to get a thick, short stick of wood.
Meanwhile, he took out a small knife, a low-grade spiritual treasure costing only 50 spirit stones, which he had bought at one point to help him cut a few things.
He moved his hands along the edge, pressing at it and using his spiritual control to clean the blade and slightly sharpen it.
"That should do," he said, lowering the blade into the wound and moving it slightly to find the best way to cut it open.
"Doctor Fengyu," a cautious and nervous voice came from Lu Fang, "what, what are you doing?" he barely uttered, trying to suppress his body's trembling.
