"Can you still heal him?" Wang Zheng's voice quivered, a palpable tremor of hope and concern resonating through the room.
His eyes, etched with wrinkles from years of experience, fixated on Zhang Wei, who stood like a sentinel, meticulously observing Wang Leng's fragile and emaciated form, a life teetering on the edge, lying inert on the bed.
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Status:-
Name: Wang Zheng
Age: 82
Body Rank: Tempered Body
Cultivation Level: None
Bloodline: None
Spirit beast: None
Cultivation talent: Mediocre Talent
Spiritual root rank: Inferior spiritual root
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Zhang Wei's eyebrows arched upward in a blend of surprise and curiosity, a spark of intrigue igniting in his gaze. The room's atmosphere seemed charged with a new energy as Tang Dexin's voice cut through the tension, "Did you stumble upon something, Zhang Wei?"