Li Ang's act of cutting off the patient's left leg wasn't due to some twisted hobby or a bout of homesickness, dreaming of making shrimp and ham fried rice.

Since the right leg was going to undergo tumor removal surgery, he figured he might as well help the patient resolve the varicose veins in his left leg.

Thus, in the eyes of female physician Carly and others behind the one-way mirror,

Li Ang brandished a surgical knife as thin as a willow leaf, hopping and skipping around the operating table. His cuts were extremely casual, looking less like surgery and more like some primitive tribal dance, using a stone knife to carve a lamb placed on a bonfire.

Blood splattered everywhere, and cries of agony filled the air. The patient, firmly strapped to the operating table, was covered in sweat. He desperately tried to lift his upper body, looking in horror at his bloody legs.

Li Ang danced for a while, feeling that it was about enough. He casually stuck the surgical knife into the patient's thigh, bent down, and stuffed all the transcendent materials surrounding the pattern on the ground into his backpack inventory.

Then, Li Ang returned to the operating table, pressed his hands on the patient's leg skin, his eyes turning white, and began muttering those mystical prayers again.

Seeing this, John Joyce and the others in the back raised their voices in the "Hallelujah" chorus another three notches.

Accompanied by the sweeping breeze and lingering hymns,

everyone could clearly see that the patient's bloody legs gradually stopped bleeding and healed rapidly at a visible speed.

Female physician Carly and the others subconsciously took a few steps forward, pressing their hands against the one-way glass mirror with excitement.

They completely failed to notice that beneath Li Ang's thick surgical gown, there was a rectangular biological blueprint of unknown material, hidden between the surgical gown and his chest.

The tingling and pricking sensation from the wound made the patient feel like he was dying and being reborn. However, when he got off the operating table, all the pain was washed away by the joy of recovery.

Before he could express his gratitude to Li Ang, the female physician and the others rushed into the operating room, carefully bypassing the pattern on the ground, and began to examine the patient.

The tumor mass on the patient's right leg had disappeared, and the left leg, which had shown signs of varicose veins, had also returned to normal. He could walk, run, and move freely – it was just that there was no leg hair in the wound area, and he felt uncomfortable with the baldness.

Female physician Carly and the others were extremely excited and hurriedly asked Li Ang how he did it. The latter pretended to look exhausted, waving his hand to indicate that he needed to rest.

After entering the hidden room, Li Ang sang another prayer, "summoning" an automated pet feeder that was painted with pigments and looked like a lotus throne.

He sat cross-legged on it, summoned the transcendent materials from his inventory, hid them under his surgical gown, and then transferred them into the feeder.

After this process was completed, Li Ang had recovered almost completely, and naturally he could perform the next surgery.

In half a day, all ten surgeries were completed.

Ten patients suffering from various intractable diseases were all cured by Li Ang's treatment plan with Eastern flair.

Female physician Carly and the others were completely subdued. Whether they were professional doctors, advanced casters, or experts in the occult, they couldn't find any traces of trickery or magic. They could only admit that this might be the magical power of the East.

And Li Ang also took advantage of these surgeries to stuff a large pile of transcendent materials into the feeder – this was much more enjoyable than swindling little demons and monsters in Guhan Temple.

Although they were convinced, according to the security regulations, Carly and the others could not directly let Li Ang treat Princess Anna.

They had to wait for a while longer,

to further analyze this so-called Eastern ritual, to see if they could thoroughly research the principle and replicate it themselves,

and to observe whether the ten patients had any sequelae, or would suddenly die or something.

Therefore, Li Ang and the others were respectfully sent back to their rooms. Although they were still under close surveillance, the other party's attitude was undoubtedly much better.

Time passed quickly, and one day later,

the players staying in the small room once again heard the sound of the doorknob being twisted open from the outside.

The person who came in was female physician Carly. This time, her face was gloomy and restless. She stood at the door and waved her hand, directly letting the casters in uniforms walk into the room and take Li Ang and the others out of the room.

John Joyce and the others were uneasy, their minds filled with chaotic thoughts, suspecting that the Kingdom of Lorn had really brought in some Eastern monks, who ruthlessly exposed the tricks Li Ang was playing,

or that Li Ang, while performing the surgery, had given a buy-one-get-one-free deal, accidentally leaving the surgical knife in a patient's stomach, causing him to die suddenly.

"Why are you panicking? Where's your composure?"

Li Ang rebuked his disciples, and asked the female physician without changing his expression, "What happened?"

The female physician Carly, who was walking in the front, kept her face tight and did not answer. After everyone turned a corner in the corridor and arrived at the door of a hidden room upstairs, she whispered, "Go in."

Is it time to perform surgery on Princess Anna? Why is it so urgent?

Li Ang frowned. The last time he saw Anna, her condition was still stable.

If she could continue to take magic potions, even without Li Ang and the others, it was estimated that she could last for at least three or four years.

The female physician Carly did not respond, opened the door, and led Li Ang and the others into the room.

Inside the room, there was still the sickbed they had seen last time, but Princess Anna, who was lying on the bed, looked even more haggard.

Her eyes were closed tightly, and her originally dark brown hair had become somewhat gray, withered, and forked.

Her lips had turned purple-blue, and a layer of clearly visible pale frost hung on her eyelashes and nails, with the tips of her ten fingers showing a clear, deep black color.

Traces of frostbite!

The players' hearts stirred, and almost everyone thought of the Ice Queen who had been living in seclusion in the palace.

Smoker subconsciously asked, "This is"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Li Ang rudely interrupted Smoker's words, and saw Carly nod in satisfaction, walked straight to the sickbed, and leaned down.

Princess Anna barely opened her eyes, and instructed Carly in her ear, then closed her eyes again, and stopped speaking.

Carly straightened up. During the period when Princess Anna fell seriously ill, as her private secretary, attending physician, and childhood sweetheart (Carly was the daughter of a physician from the Kingdom of Arendelle, and was also Anna's childhood playmate and most trusted person after Princess Aisha awakened and became lonely),

she naturally had to take charge of everything.

"Masters,"

Carly looked at Li Ang and the others, and said in a deep voice, "Please prepare for the surgery immediately."