Journey to the West's Revolver

Fu Qian gracefully removed his skull, as if a gentleman were taking off his hat to pay respects.
…
Everything began with a transcended-dimension invitation.
It's a story of a high-quality Thug turning the impossible into the possible.
Of course, on that day, the great being behind the invitation was still unaware of what it had done.

Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Faced with an excited Mr. Winslow, Fu Qian gestured toward the seat next to him, indicating to take it slow and speak calmly.


The sophistication of medical expertise is multi-dimensional. Fu Qian's steady composure successfully influenced the patient's family.


Taking a deep breath, Mr. Winslow quickly regained his calm, swallowing back the words he had half-spoken.


"After the initial treatment just now, my daughter's condition seems to have improved a lot. Doctor, could you take another look at her if it's convenient now?"


Emphasizing "condition," Mr. Winslow's comment was flawless—at least, for Natalie, who was hiding behind the door.


Fu Qian naturally knew someone hadn't left, just like he knew the person who had brought food earlier had stood and watched for quite a while in the same posture before coming in.


Of course, Mr. Winslow was surely oblivious to a vengeful spirit lurking on the side.


Chapter 1264: Loss of Image (8)