"I think President Morte can still be saved!"
Just as everyone lowered their heads and sighed, a voice rang out from the hall.
He can still be saved?
Who said that?
Looking towards the source of the voice, it was the skinny dwarf who came in last.
His face was full of doubt, not knowing Zhang Xing's background, and he looked at Armidge.
Armidge complained in his heart, but he had to brace himself and explain.
"This is a friend of mine, his name is Zhang Kong."
"He is a … Blacksmith."
Dwarves had bad tempers, straightforward personalities, and were not good at lying.
Oh!
So he was a Blacksmith …
Everyone's eyes were full of disdain, they thought he was an extremely rare pharmacist among dwarves.
"Sir Zhang Kong, why do you say Morte can still be saved?
Do you have any proof?
What level are you? "
Audley questioned rudely.
"I took a look just now, President Morte's vitality seemed to be suppressed by something, let me take a look first."
Zhang Xing got up and walked inside, not answering Audley's question.
There was no need to waste his saliva on them, if he answered, there would be more questions waiting.
His pharmacist and poison master level had both reached level four, he could tell at a glance that Morte did not seem to be poisoned.
It was also not a reaction caused by eating the wrong medicine, but to confirm the illness, he still needed to take the pulse.
"Wait … What are you doing?"
"Stop, don't mess around!"
"Armidge, stop him, what can he do if even Master Audley can't treat it?"
"Can't you just let Morte go in peace?
Don't disturb him … "
Everyone spoke up to stop him, their faces full of anger.
"Zhang Kong, I respect you, don't be ungrateful, Morte is my closest friend, I definitely can't let you …"
Armidge was also infuriated by Zhang Xing's actions, he knew that Zhang Xing might be an expert, but it was only limited to his forging skills.
Although there were pharmacists among dwarves, their innate conditions determined that they could not surpass human pharmacists.
Even if you knew some ways to treat illnesses and save people, could you be better than Master Audley?
Just like what someone said just now, let your old friend die quietly, don't torture him anymore.
It's better to be able to accompany him until daybreak than to waste your time and let your old friend die immediately.
Before he could finish his words, his vision blurred, and Zhang Xing appeared in the room.
Whoosh!
Everyone in the hall stood up and gritted their teeth in anger. They rushed over and rubbed their fists, wanting to beat Zhang Xing out.
The first one to rush over was Audley. When he saw Zhang Xing's action of taking the pulse and the following method of examination, he stopped his impulse, withdrew his mana, and carefully looked at it.
The people behind him also noticed that something was amiss. They walked in and stood in a row at the door.
"This dwarf named Zhang Kong is quite professional. His inspection technique is skillful. At first glance, I can tell that he is an expert in treating illnesses and saving lives."
"That's right … but I'm afraid there's nothing he can do."
"…"
A few minutes later, Zhang Xing finished his inspection.
"Everyone, don't worry. President Morte can save him."
A single sentence stirred up a thousand ripples.
"What?"
"He said he can cure it?
Are you kidding me? "
The man who was sentenced to death by Audley actually said that he could cure him?
Who was he?
Who did he think he was?
Audley was an authority, what did he count as?
I respect that you have the kindness of a healer, so I allow you to do your best.
You want to show off in front of the presidents, that's fine, they can understand your ambition.
They regarded Zhang Xing as a newcomer who wanted to make a name for himself in the City of Thousand Martial.
But you also have to look at the occasion and situation. If you mess around like this, you will get yourself killed.