Zhang Xing channeled two streams of dragon energy into Morte's brain and slowly guided it back to the normal meridian track.
After an hour, the two streams of fighting energy in the broken piece connected and started to circulate.
The death aura on Morte's face had disappeared, but he was still pale.
His body could already receive the signal in his brain and he tried to move his finger.
His perception was not very strong when he was seriously injured, but he could clearly know that he could move.
He blinked, moved his eyeballs, and made a sound from his throat.
He was sure that he could regain control of his body, and the extra energy in his body was still repairing the damaged meridians.
Morte was so excited that he cried. For more than a month, he saw that Audley was at a loss and could not find a way. He was so anxious that he shouted countless times in his heart that he had gone mad while practicing martial arts!
But other than himself, no one else could hear it. As the days passed, his body became weaker and weaker. He gave up the desire to live and was ready to die.
But he did not expect that just as his life was about to dissipate, a miracle doctor from the Dwarf Clan would appear. He was simply overjoyed.
"Calm down, don't be excited!"
Zhang Xing said lightly.
Morte immediately restrained his thoughts and closed his eyes like a strange baby who had done something wrong. He did not dare to let his imagination run wild.
The room was extremely quiet. Other than the faint breathing sound, no other movement could be heard.
Audley stared at everything in front of him and could not believe his eyes.
The others also forgot everything and looked at Morte who was breathing evenly and whose face was getting redder and redder.
Until another ten minutes passed, Zhang Xing withdrew his palm and stood up.
"President Morte is fine now, just a little weak. You can slowly recuperate."
Morte opened his eyes and was so excited that his beard was trembling. He turned over and got down on one knee with his right hand flat to his chest. "Thank you for saving my life, Mr. Zhang Kong. Please accept my bow."
Zhang Xing did not stop him and faced him calmly with an unfathomable posture.
"Get up, we are all from the same clan. There is no reason to not help."
Morte stood up respectfully and sensed again. The special fighting energy in his body had disappeared.
His heart was filled with shock. This clansman named Zhang Kong seemed to be around forty years old, but his cultivation was unfathomable.
One should know that using Battle Qi to save a High Rank Combat Emperor wasn't something that anyone could do.
Even people of the same rank wouldn't dare to use their Dou Qi to heal someone. If they weren't careful, not only would the person being healed die, but the healer's Dou Qi would also be messed up. In light cases, they would be seriously injured, and in heavy cases, they would be crippled.
But Zhang Kong only used half an hour to cure him, this … who was this person?
He then carefully sized up Zhang Xing. He was a complete stranger. He had no impression of him at all.
In other words, he wasn't a member of the Wan Wu Empire, but he knew all the members of the Wan Wu Empire who were so powerful.
"Sir Audley, do you have anything else to say?"
Zhang Xing looked over calmly.
Although Audley was shocked, he wanted to see how Zhang Xing performed the treatment. The curiosity of a doctor was no less than that of others. It was very beneficial to observe something that he did not understand.
Maybe he would be inspired and his medical skills would be greatly improved.
However, he couldn't see anything. Zhang Xing just put one hand on the other's wrist and then sat there motionlessly. After half an hour, he was cured.
He guessed that Zhang Kong might have used his fighting energy to treat the president, but he had never seen such a peaceful treatment method.
Who didn't sweat profusely? After a series of hot actions, they still had to swallow a pill and meditate to recover.
How could it be so easy?