"...Your gift, I will forever keep it in mind."
Fu Qian's display of optimistic medical spirit once again clearly left an immense impact on the previous examination staff.
The previously maintained air of pretense crumbled in an instant. Orintel's two expressions clashed, and his voice now carried a tone of gritted teeth.
"No need for thanks. Scars are a man's badge of honor. You've grown because of it; I'm equally gratified."
Fu Qian sighed and waved his hand, signaling that there was no need to fret over it excessively.
"My handiwork isn't bad, is it? Didn't even cause the cornea a single scratch."
The next moment, he even scanned his own creation up and down, letting out an admiring comment.
This was no empty boast.
That Ice Affection Fist blow, though executed on a whim, demonstrated masterful control of strength, precision in angle, and spotless debridement—absolutely surgery at its zenith.
