Zhou Yu nodded and then picked up a fruit knife from the table, ready to begin.
At this sight, everyone was stunned.
Is this... starting now?
Zhang Jingjing hurriedly rushed over, blocking Zhou Yu.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Yu asked in confusion.
"You... you’re starting just like that?"
"I might not be a doctor, but I know that surgeries require professional equipment. Tools must be sterilized, and plasma prepared in case of severe bleeding," she said.
"You’re not preparing anything, and you’re going to start with this fruit knife?"
Zhang Jingjing asked anxiously.
"First, an ordinary doctor can’t save your father."
"Second, I am not an ordinary doctor."
"Lastly, the scene about to unfold might be a bit bloody. Anyone who can’t stomach it may leave in advance."
Zhang Jingjing was so angry that she stared wide-eyed.
At this time, Zhang Zheng spoke up:
"Jingjing, you all go out. Since I’ve already agreed to let Zhou Yu treat me, I will trust him completely."
Zhang Zheng also had his doubts, but he understood one thing: there are some extraordinary people and events in this world that cannot be judged by common sense.
He was certain that Zhou Yu would not harm him.
Zhang Jingjing’s face changed, and she gritted her teeth:
"I’m not leaving. I want to watch."
After saying that, she stepped back.
Zhou Yu didn’t say much more and started the procedure.
He took the fruit knife and casually made two cuts at Zhang Zheng’s right shoulder, easily slicing through the clothes to reveal his entire arm.
Years of illness had ravaged Zhang Zheng’s arm, which was now almost skin and bones.
Zhou Yu activated his Nether Fire True Qi, and within moments, the fruit knife in his hand turned red-hot, like a branding iron.
Seeing this, Zhang Jingjing and the others wore expressions of shock.
Only Uncle Liu’s eyes revealed a flicker of movement.
"Nether Fire True Qi!"
Clearly, Zhou Yu practiced both Body Refinement and Qi Refinement.
He looked at Zhou Yu earnestly.
Once again, the young man had exceeded his expectations.
As everyone watched in amazement, Zhou Yu reminded:
"Governor Zhang, we’re starting now. Bear with it."
With that said, Zhou Yu plunged the knife into the flesh of Zhang Zheng’s right arm.
A searing sound was heard.
Zhang Zheng’s face suddenly contorted, sweat pouring down his forehead, yet he clenched his teeth and made no sound.
Zhou Yu inwardly nodded his approval.
This governor indeed had something extraordinary about him.
In contrast, Zhang Jingjing trembled as she watched the scene unfold, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t imagine the agony her father was enduring at that moment.
Uncle Liu approached Zhang Jingjing.
"Jingjing, why don’t you go and wait outside?" he suggested.
Zhang Jingjing shook her head:
"No, I want to stay here."
Uncle Liu fell silent, no longer attempting to persuade her.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yu made several cuts inside the flesh of Zhang Zheng’s arm with the heated knife, his expression intensely focused as if searching for something.
After a few incisions, the knife in Zhou Yu’s hand moved from the biceps muscle down to the forearm.
The nearly thirty-centimeter-long, blood-red wound was horrifying to behold.
Just then, a sharp light flickered in Zhou Yu’s eyes.
With a cold shout, Zhou Yu swiftly made a few more cuts and then lifted the blade.
A large chunk of flesh was cut off.
Zhang Zheng couldn’t help but scream in pain.
Yu Kaiping, Zhang Jingjing, and the other onlookers had never witnessed such a scene.
They turned deathly pale with fright, nearly fainting.
But Zhou Yu, having flicked away that piece of flesh, then sent a palm strike through the air. The Nether Fire True Qi transformed into a serpent of fire, instantly incinerating the flesh.
What shocked people was that after the flesh was incinerated, what remained was a black carapace the size of a fingernail.
Zhou Yu called out to Uncle Liu:
"Get a jade bottle and put this thing in it, then bury it deep underground."
Uncle Liu immediately nodded.
He quickly instructed his subordinates to do as Zhou Yu had said.
By now, Zhang Zheng’s arm was ghastly to look at, not only with a terrifying open wound but also with exposed bone where the flesh was removed.
Such agony was unbearable for a normal person.
Nevertheless, beyond that single scream, Zhang Zheng made no sound. He clenched his teeth and bore the pain.
Such resilience, even Zhou Yu had to admire. Indeed, he had come out of the pile of the dead.
At that moment, Zhou Yu seized Zhang Zheng’s wrist, and the Yi Wood True Qi slowly flowed into Zhang Zheng’s body.
The next instant, everyone was stunned into silence.
The wound on Zhang Zheng’s arm began to sprout fresh flesh visible to the naked eye, healing slowly.
Zhang Jingjing covered her mouth, her eyes full of disbelief.
Even Uncle Liu showed shock for the first time.
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing as he stared at Zhou Yu.
As a Saint Realm expert, he knew all too well what this scene meant.
This young man... was astonishing.
At the same time, Zhang Zheng himself was incredulous.
As a governor, he had seen countless things beyond the reach of ordinary people, but the scene before him was beyond his comprehension.
He looked at Zhou Yu in shock. No wonder Yu Kaiping kept calling him Divine Doctor - his admiration for Zhou Yu was well-founded.
If it were up to him, the term "Divine Doctor" was an understatement for Zhou Yu – his methods were nothing short of miraculous.
In the midst of everyone’s shock, less than ten minutes had passed before Zhang Zheng’s arm was completely restored.
Although it might seem simple, the process was far from easy.
Luckily, Zhang Zheng was just an ordinary person. If he had been a Martial Artist, even one at the level of the Qi Transformation realm, Zhou Yu could not have achieved this.
Because a Martial Artist’s body is fortified with vigor - regenerating bone from flesh would require surpassing the Saint Realm for possibility.
"All done, Governor Zhang, your problem has been completely resolved," said Zhou Yu.
He let out a long breath, released Zhang Zheng’s wrist, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.