Feng Yin said lightly: "As long as these brothers who are injured now remain angry and take time to recuperate, it is a magical method to recover in one day. I don't have that ability!"

"Yes, yes, sir, you are absolutely right. I was wrong." The man in Tsing Yi didn't feel dissatisfied at all, but showed even more respect on his face.

Waste medicine can bring the dead back to life, so if the real magic medicine is successfully refined...?

"My medicine also has some good points. For those with internal injuries, if they feel that their condition has improved, they can try to stand up and move around, do exercises on their own to recover, and stimulate their life potential. This can save lives and also benefit themselves;

I guess there will be wounded people coming in a while. Everyone needs to help," Feng Yin said.

"Yes, sir, that's right."

When he turned around and left, the man in green clothes almost felt as if he was in a dream.

Internal injuries have always been more difficult to heal than external injuries; patients with internal injuries have always received better care.

But when it comes to Mr. Feng, everything seems to be reversed.

A person with internal injuries actually had to give up his bed just to rest...

There is no need to move the injured ones.

This is too contrary to common sense and knowledge, right?

According to what Mr. Feng meant, he actually planned to wait for the next batch of wounded to arrive so that the current batch of wounded with serious internal injuries could help with the work?!

Hey, this is too daring to think...

***The author has something to say***

The first poet in the Feng family has appeared. He is writing and writing, and is waiting for the management to recruit the group of celebrities. The first poet is waiting for the second one in the group.
Chapter completed!