Hugging his arms and leaning against the wall, Xiong Kang watched Lu Zixun burn Plague Energy, growing more proficient by the moment.
He couldn't help but nod inwardly, praising the kid's remarkable talent in this area.
Turning his gaze to the two doctors nearby in lab coats, Xiong Kang frowned quietly.
Why were these two constantly staring at Lu Zixun and not monitoring the patient's condition?
Unable to figure it out, Xiong Kang fell into deep thought.
Meanwhile, Lu Zixun, who was administering the treatment, was not having as much ease and comfort as it appeared from outside.
For some reason, Su Nian's body had an exceptionally strong resistance to the Plague Energy, which kept fleeing and draining Lu Zixun's Spiritual Energy.
This seemingly sentient Plague Energy undoubtedly made the treatment more challenging.
As his Spiritual Energy rapidly depleted, a cold light flashed in Lu Zixun's eyes.