If it were anyone else facing this situation, they'd be resigned to their fate, but Tang Ming was proficient in medical skills. Although a doctor cannot treat himself, setting bones is child's play for him.
After setting his right hand, Tang Ming immediately reset the joints in his left hand and both legs.
Soon after, Tang Ming stood up, stretching his muscles and bones, and coldly looked at Sun Zhuangjia on the bed, reaching to turn on the room light.
"Hmm?"
Faced with the light, Sun Zhuangjia furrowed his brows in confusion and groggily shielded his eyes: "Who is it?"
"Sun Zhuangjia, you had a good time beating me earlier, didn't you?"
Tang Ming walked over to the bedside, smiling slyly at Sun Zhuangjia.
"Tang Ming? How are you standing?"
Sun Zhuangjia stared at Tang Ming in horror.
"Heh, your master is indeed powerful, but alas, his methods have no effect on me."
Tang Ming sneered coldly, slowly raising his fist.
"What are you trying to do? Master, save—"
