Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

"Rich and sweet, it's like grass juice moistened by frost and dew, with a refreshing taste but no bitterness at all. After drinking it, I feel much more refreshed."

In the end, Hu Lili was more cultured and helped Qi Xiaohao expand on the description.

It seems that every foodie possesses the talent of a food critic.

Of course, the source of life is much rarer than ordinary delicacies.

"Within six hours of drinking the Fountain of Life, any injury to the body will immediately begin to take effect, until the Fountain of Life is completely depleted."

Zhang Miaoyi put on gloves, then soaked the scalpel in disinfectant before continuing her explanation:

"The half cup you drank is enough to heal a non-fatal injury. Of course, it won't work for broken legs, broken arms, or organ loss, as they won't grow back. But it can stop bleeding, save lives, and promote tissue regeneration and bone healing."

"If we store this magic as a healing potion and drink it when needed, wouldn't that be equivalent to having a high-level healing mage with us at all times?" Wang Yi exclaimed in surprise.

As long as you drink a cup beforehand, you can directly heal a severe injury. If enough mages absorb the life-giving fountain, the use of this magic every day could give almost all frontline soldiers an extra life when encountering monsters.

The price to pay is that these healing mages might end up like Paru, with releasing the life-giving fountain becoming a repetitive task, their daily mission being to produce as many of these magical healing potions as possible.

Although the job was a bit tedious, Wang Yi felt that compared to the lives of the soldiers on the front lines, a medical mage was not incapable of being a production line worker for healing potions.

Moreover, if such an effect can be achieved, the government will definitely arrange for highly skilled medical mages with sufficient psychological preparation to actively absorb this magic, increase production lines, and then continuously expand production capacity.

However, Wang Yi did not see any information about the healing potion online.

This has nothing to do with Wang Yi's rank, because once the production of the healing potion increases, it will inevitably begin to be converted from military to civilian use.

Therefore, there must be some kind of limitation that prevents the mass production of the life source.

Zhang Miaoyi glanced at Wang Yi: "You are very perceptive, but the Fountain of Life can only be consumed once every twelve hours, and each time it is 200 milliliters."

In terms of healing effect, it's roughly equivalent to two divine-grade medical spells, but the worse kind.

Most importantly, if the life-giving fountain is not drunk after it is released, it will only last for ten minutes no matter how it is preserved, making it impossible to leave the healer and go to support other soldiers.

If we could actually store it up for you to drink like cola, then the Fountain of Life would definitely be the most popular magic in the army, bar none.

After hearing Zhang Miaoyi's explanation, Wang Yi couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the pity.

The inability to preserve it has drastically reduced the value of the legendary-grade healing magic, the Fountain of Life.

The era of mass drug use ended before it even began.

After the instruments were disinfected, Zhang Miaoyi pinched Qi Xiaohao's cheekbones firmly with her left hand, carefully observing the direction of the scars on his face, and then carefully wiping them with iodine for disinfection.

Qi Xiaohao's legs had begun to show signs of shaking.

Just like before an intramuscular injection, what you fear most is not the impending pain, but rather the icy coldness before the pain.

After the skin was disinfected, Zhang Miaoyi lifted Qi Xiaohao's neck so that he was lying on his back, and then warned, "Hold the gauze tight and don't move your body, or I might make a mistake in the incision."

Upon hearing this, Qi Xiaohao's body tensed instantly, becoming so stiff that he looked like a corpse that had been dead for two days. The panic in his eyes was even greater than when he faced the Golden Body Fighting Ape.

Although Zhang Miaoyi's left hand completely blocked his downward view, Qi Xiaohao could still imagine what was about to happen.

Once Qi Xiaohao's head was secured, Zhang Miaoyi immediately began to stab him.

The thin, sharp scalpel, carrying a hint of coolness, landed directly on Qi Xiaohao's face.

The tip of the knife cuts into the edge of the outermost scar, submerging it slightly halfway, then tilts it slightly and cuts downwards along the lines of the scar's outer edge.

Once it reaches the end, a slight flip immediately brings it up from the other side of the scar.

The whole process was steady, accurate, fast, and ruthless. In less than two seconds, one of Qi Xiaohao's scars was completely picked out from his face without even damaging a single piece of healthy flesh.

If this knife skill were used to cut lean meat, fatty meat, or even the finest cartilage, even Lu Zhishen would be helpless against her.

It can only be said that Zhang Miaoyi is indeed worthy of her military background. Once she takes action, she is decisive and efficient. Moreover, her treatment methods are wild and unrestrained, making Wang Yi, who is watching from the side, feel as if he is there, his legs trembling and his liver shaking.

After all, Wang Yi was one of the people who had experienced it firsthand.

Thinking back to the half-day he spent as a live teacher under this older sister, Wang Yi felt that he had only lost a small part of himself, which was already incredibly lucky.

The scar, resembling a worm with a trace of blood, landed precisely on the gauze held in Qi Xiaohao's hands.

The missing flesh on his face formed a groove, which was somewhat frightening, but the life-giving fountain he had drunk earlier immediately began to take effect.

The fleshy growths surged within the blood groove, quickly filling the ravine.

Furthermore, the newly grown skin is smooth, fair, and delicate, just like that of a newborn.

Qi Xiaohao also had a lot of backbone. Throughout the process, he endured the pain of the incision and the numbness and itching as the flesh grew, without uttering a sound.

Of course, it's also possible that they were afraid that making noise would aggravate the facial muscles, enlarge the wound, and increase the pain.

"Two more, soon." Zhang Miaoyi reported the progress verbally, but her hands didn't stop at all.

Before long, two more worms appeared on the gauze.

"All done." Zhang Miaoyi put the scalpel into the instrument box, then wiped the little blood off Qi Xiaohao's face, took off her gloves and threw them into the trash can.

Qi Xiaohao glanced down at the three molting centipedes on the gauze, feeling a mix of emotions, and quickly wrapped it up.

Zhang Miaoyi handed over a mirror: "The newly grown skin is too white, so a color difference is inevitable. It will be fine after a while, or you can get a tan."

Qi Xiaohao hesitantly took the mirror to examine himself and found that the area where the three scars were located did indeed appear quite white, as if three lines had been drawn with chalk.

But none of that matters.

"Thank you, Director." Qi Xiaohao took two shaky steps to ease the numbness in his legs caused by excessive tension.

"Your turn." Zhang Miaoyi then turned her gaze to Hu Lili.

Hu Lili's face suddenly turned even whiter than Qi Xiaohao's newly formed skin.