It is a kind of youthful vigor and vitality.

On the ground, there was a large pool of black blood.

There is no doubt that the poison in Zhu Changsheng's cheeks was knocked out by Mark's four slaps.

Damn it!

What kind of operation is this?

Jing'er and the others were all stunned and couldn't believe this scene at all.

Countless toxins that famous doctors are helpless can solve with just a few slaps?

This is really unbelievable.

"Your toxin has been detoxified."

Ye Fan wiped his palms with a tissue and warned: "In the next month, eat lighter and drink more milk."

In order to shock the other party, Ye Fan was too lazy to use the silver needle and directly used the stone of life and death to resolve it.

Zhu Changsheng's eyes widened. Although the spitting out of the black blood made him feel relieved, he still couldn't believe that he was fine like this.

Afterwards, Zhu Changsheng touched his face and did some exercises and breath control.

Soon, his eyes widened and his expression couldn't stop being excited:

That powerlessness is gone.

The blood was stagnant and gone.

The severe pain in my head is gone...

"Okay, really good."

He held Ye Fan's hand and said, "Master, master."
Chapter completed!