Chapter 87: International Medical Skills Competition

Time ticked away, second by second.

Zheng Hongyuan and Zheng Wenmao kept running with all their might; their skin was covered with a foul layer of impurities, and sweat incessantly erupted from their pores. Their lips were completely chapped, and they were gasping for breath nonstop.

"Vomit!"

Unable to endure such a level of activity and overwhelmed by his own unbearable stench, Zheng Hongyuan couldn't help but bend over and throw up.

Zheng Wenmao, who had been able to bear it up until then, began to feel a severe churning in his stomach at the sight of his father vomiting and promptly laid down on the ground to retch violently.

Shen Feng lost interest in staying any longer, "An Xiong, let's go."

Then, he glanced at Zheng Linyi, "I will contact you when I need you."

Upon seeing Shen Feng wanting to leave, Zheng Wenmao scrambled up from the ground, "After running for so long, are we done?"