You believe that your gun is no match for my fist?

The woman did indeed look very much like an Albion, although Gao Zhan didn't have a very accurate understanding of what most Albion people looked like.

However, this is not important.

In short, this Lydia lady has a cool and aloof demeanor, a slender figure, and although she is a bit short, probably not even 1.7 meters tall, she is still quite good-looking.

It is common for women in the Great Qian Dynasty to be over 1.7 meters tall, or rather, people in martial arts countries are generally a little taller.

Clearly, his previous frivolous behavior had left a bad impression on the lady, but Gao Zhan never cared about such things, after all, he was called Gao Zhan.

Gao Zhan is like this.

Then, Gao Zhan turned to Sophia and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Sophia." He spoke to Sophia based on his previous life's logic of watching movies and interacting with other foreigners.

"Huh?" Sophia paused for a moment, then nodded. "It's very nice to meet you."

Gao Zhan had absolutely no interest in this kind of girl, so naturally he wouldn't waste his time on her. After a brief greeting, Gao Zhan continued to stroll around the hospital.

It must be said that this hospital is indeed very luxurious and advanced.

It's also very advanced.

After all, in Gao Zhan's hometown, human technology is not yet capable of piecing a person who has been cut in two back together, or even regenerating severed limbs.

Humanity didn't understand how airplanes fly until the 21st century; similarly, they didn't understand why martial artists could become stronger through so-called "cultivation."

Because technological means cannot achieve the same effect as martial arts training.

Everything else is merely an aid to a martial artist, simply enabling the body to better break through its own limitations. Just like modern medicine, its essence is to allow the body to heal itself.

Just like if you want a severed limb to regenerate, medicine alone cannot do it, but by combining martial arts techniques with modern medicine, you can regenerate it faster.

You want to be cut in half and then put back together... well, that's impossible.

Aside from those who have reached the twelfth level of martial arts and become celestial beings.

After walking around the hall for a while, a hurried sound made Gao Zhan turn his head and see a metal cart coming out from the corner of the corridor behind him and heading towards him.

The trolley was wider than his hospital bed and was huge. One side had what looked like a control panel, and several huge plastic bags were hanging from a metal rod on it, with liquid inside dripping down through thin tubes.

A man was lying in the car; he had a shaved head, a pale face, and slightly purple lips.

However, he was still fully conscious, his eyes open, slowly turning his gaze. When he passed Gao Zhan, his gaze also turned in this direction, lingering on Gao Zhan's face for a moment.

Gao Zhan only saw the situation inside the cart when it passed by.

The person's body had disappeared below the waist; the waist and abdomen were wrapped in a transparent membrane, and dark red organs could be vaguely seen wriggling slowly beneath the membrane. Several tubes, about the thickness of a thumb, extended from the side wall of the abdominal cavity and connected to the control panel of the trolley, moving in and out.

An oxygen mask was placed over his face. Next to the cart was a woman in a light gray coat, about thirty years old, with red-rimmed eyes and one hand tightly gripping the side handle of the cart.

Her gaze remained fixed on the patient's face. A foreign doctor in a white coat walked briskly beside her, speaking in a steady tone.

Fortunately, it wasn't English, so Gao Zhan could understand: "His vital signs are all relatively stable, and his vital signs are no longer a problem."

The woman didn't speak, she just nodded. The cart continued forward, its wheels making a continuous rolling sound as they rolled across the floor.

Gao Zhan stopped there, watching them walk away before turning into the operating room ahead.

"Can he be saved?" Gao Zhan then asked Lydia beside him.

Lydia followed his gaze and nodded slightly: "Of course. With our current technology, we only need to rebuild his blood vessels and nerve pathways, maintain the oxygen supply and function of his organs through an artificial circulatory system, and then construct a complete skeleton from the hip bone to the knee joint using bioactive tissue."

"Once the cell proliferation reaches the threshold, muscle fibers are implanted to allow them to adapt and integrate with the existing nerve endings... The whole process takes about eight to ten months."

Then, she noticed the expression on Gao Zhan's face and realized that he didn't understand this at all.

So she changed her approach: "He can be saved, and his lower body can regenerate. In about a year, he will be able to stand up and walk again."

She paused, then said, "As long as you can afford it."

Gao Zhan listened without saying a word. Recalling the woman's attire, it seemed that her family wasn't particularly well-off.

Although he had only been working under Master Tang for less than ten days, Gao Zhan had already witnessed the extravagant lifestyle of the city's wealthy.

"What if she can't afford it?" Lydia didn't answer, she just shrugged.

"However, since you've been brought here for emergency treatment, I think you probably don't need to worry about the cost," Lydia said after a while.

"Huh?" Gao Zhan was taken aback.

"Because if you don't have money, you can't even get into the operating room."

"This is St. George's Hospital, the best hospital in the Far East," Lydia said. "No one who can afford to see a doctor here is poor."

"Okay." Gao Zhan nodded.

"How long will it take before I can be discharged?" Gao Zhan asked.

"Based on your current situation," Lydia said, after looking Gao Zhan up and down, "I estimate within a week?"

Then, she tilted her head and said, "No, I'm not sure, because your body's data indicators are very strange, and I can't make an accurate judgment."

"Let's see tomorrow. Maybe I can give you an answer then."

"oh."

Two days later, Gao Zhan was discharged from the hospital.

As he stepped out of St. George's Hospital, the afternoon sun shone on his face. He stood on the steps, took a deep breath, then looked down at his palms and clenched them.

power.

He could clearly feel that power.

Tang Liu paid the full amount of money for him and applied the best medicines to him. In one go, he spent more than a thousand silver dollars, which not only used up all of Master Tang's reward money, but also cost him several hundred dollars out of his own pocket.

But the results are also obvious.

The technology in this world is truly amazing.

Gao Zhan's current level of cultivation is not yet up to par; he has not yet reached the first stage of evolution in the realm of life. Therefore, forcibly activating the life-or-death technique would cause extremely great damage to his body.

Back in my hometown, such an injury would not have healed so quickly in less than a month or two.

But here, it's different.

Three days, no, four days, four or five days? Anyway, less than a week.

That short period of time was enough for Gao Zhan to fully recover.

Feeling the even heavier force between his knuckles than before the injury, the flow of true energy in his meridians was much smoother than before.

After stretching his shoulders and feeling the surging power within him, Gao Zhan felt incredibly refreshed.

This is what makes the Dragon Elephant Heaven-Reaching Technique so terrifying, even though most of the injuries on his body were caused by his own unauthorized overclocking.

Even so, it still allows him to be further enhanced after recovery.

True Qi, physical body, tendons and bones—everything has taken a further step forward.

The Dragon-Elephant Heaven-Piercing Technique is the ultimate method of combat, a method of utterly destroying oneself.

Its sole purpose is to maintain the supreme violence, that is, supreme power, of the Vajrabhairava sect, the former top sect of Tibet.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street, mostly foreigners. Gao Zhan, with his hands in his pockets, went down the steps and walked east along the sidewalk.

Tang Liu didn't come to pick him up, but he gave him his address. Tang Liu lived in the Albion concession, about half an hour away from here.

2nd Floor, No. 12, Xianhui Lane, Queen's Road.

I passed by a bakery, and the aroma wafted out from the open door, so I stopped and bought two loaves of bread. Holding one in each hand, I ate them leisurely, taking a bite here and a bite there, my steps light and carefree.

Tang Liu's place was smaller than Gao Zhan had imagined, about 80 square meters, but the environment was nice.

There was a sofa in the living room, and an enamel mug on the coffee table, which Tang Liu used as an ashtray.

After Gao Zhan entered the room, he sat down on the sofa.

Tang Liu came out of the kitchen, carrying a thermos. He filled two cups on the table with water, pushed one cup in front of him, and then sat down in the chair opposite him, looking at him.

"As for Brigade Commander Zhang," Tang Liu said, "he went to Master Tang to ask him for my men. Master Tang was very agreeable and even told me to work hard with Brigade Commander Zhang and not to embarrass his old employer."

"As for you," he paused, "Master Tang said he'll arrange a good job for you, so don't worry."

Gao Zhan picked up his cup, took a sip of water, and didn't speak immediately.

Tang Liu leaned back and continued rambling, "From today onwards, I am no longer Master Tang's person, and naturally, I have no more connections in the Tang family."

"Old Master Tang will probably relegate you to a cushy position. You'll still get paid, but he probably won't let you do anything else," he said. "Whether it's because he's already implicitly accepting you as a gift to Brigade Commander Zhang, or for some other reason."

"However..." A hint of confusion appeared on his face, "I've been following Master Tang for so many years, so I know him a little bit."

"I always felt that his attitude towards us changed drastically after you were attacked."

"Because he thinks I'm a useless person, right?" Gao Zhan asked.

"No," Tang Liu shook his head, "You're mistaken. You need to know that those Albion guys, as long as you don't die on the spot, they can most likely save you."

"It's just a little money, which Mr. Tang can afford. And once you pay this money, unless you're an ungrateful wretch, you'll definitely owe him your life."

"You have a bright future, you're capable, you're talented, and your potential is limitless. For Mr. Tang, it's well worth it to have someone like you owe him a favor."

"But the problem is..." Tang Liu stroked his chin, "Hiss..."

He shook his head. "I don't understand."

"Because of the Second Master?" Gao Zhan asked.

"I don't know." Tang Liu shook his head, then laughed, "Never mind, I won't say anymore. Just keep an eye on things."

"I have a feeling that there's someone in the Tang family, someone we don't even know, who's targeting you."

"Moreover, this person has some connection with Master Tang."

Gao Zhan narrowed his eyes. "Then shouldn't I stay by Master Tang's side?"

"If you don't stay by his side, you might die," Tang Liu sneered. "I'm fucking curious, you've only been here a few days, who have you offended?"

"Besides, they don't seem like someone particularly difficult to deal with, but if they weren't difficult, there's no reason for that..." Tang Liu scratched his head. "Damn it, who is it?"

"Did you sleep with that woman you saw on the road outside the Tang Mansion the other day when we were on our way to Jin Fen Tai?" Tang Liu asked after thinking for a while.

"I haven't seen her since!" Gao Zhan said. "I miss her, though."

"Go to hell," Tang Liu laughed in exasperation at the kid, "Can't you think of anything else besides practicing martial arts and chasing women?"

"Never mind, never mind." He shook his head. "In short, just be careful."

"No matter what, staying by Master Tang's side is definitely safer than not being at the Tang residence."