The teenager with black and white hair focused his gaze on the two of them: "Don't move, so the injuries don't worsen."
After speaking, he slowly drew his left hand out of his pocket and snapped his fingers.
A transparent stream of air flowed from his fingers, splitting into two parts, falling on Li Xing and Qi An.
This airflow penetrated their clothing, infiltrating their pores, flowing with the blood to every corner of their bodies.
"Wow... amazing!"
Li Xing's eyes widened.
He could clearly feel a powerful warm flow quickly nourishing every cell in his body.
The wounds scraped on the cement ground had stopped bleeding.
The injuries from falling from the fourth floor were also recovering significantly within a few breaths.
Just this move alone was enough to be called "advanced medical talent."
