Wu Kuang, who was still lying in the pool of his own blood, slowly stood up and walked over to the fallen man who had killed him earlier.
While he was walking over, his entire body healed all the wounds that were present internally and outwardly.
Still having an expressionless expression plastered on his face, he raised his hand and without uttering a single word began shooting multiple needles onto Gu Xia's body.
The needles began to transfer toxic Qi into his bloodstream.
With a petty mindset, Wu Kuang crouched down and took Gu Xia's desert eagle.
Why?
Well, he wanted a trophy for killing the bastard who sent him to the after life.
Seeing Gu Xia's skin become extremely pale and his eyes become completely lifeless, the medical protagonist showed an emotion on his face, a small smile formed as he took a step back and appreciated the sight of the lifeless corpse.
After a minute or so, Wu Kuang cracked his shoulders and sighed.
"Well, that was easy..."