Zhou Ping'an didn't delay even for half a second.
With another leap, he was by Zhang Tie's side.
This one's injuries, compared to Fu Yunqian's, were somewhat lighter, but not by much.
Not only was his right leg, from the knee down, smashed by a flying boulder, causing the bones to splinter in all directions, but his chest and abdomen had clearly been swept by the blast wave, resulting in internal injuries and he vomited blood profusely.
For an ordinary doctor, external injuries are easier to treat than internal ones.
For Zhou Ping'an however, internal injuries were easier to manage than external ones.
The life force flowed through his body, and the deathly energy dissipated.
Then with a casual pat, he realigned the twisted and fractured bones of the injured leg and, using the same technique to cut off the pain nerves...
Zhou Ping'an couldn't afford to pay attention to the others for the moment.
It took seven or eight seconds.