Qin Chuan, already withered and emaciated, was covered with all sorts of pipes. Beside him stood a few people, including a middle-aged couple. Although both wore anxious expressions on their faces, Qin Chuan saw through their feigned worry to the cruelty lurking beneath.,A slow poison! And a particularly insidious, particularly troublesome kind of slow poison!,As the supreme immortal, Qin Lang was a legend in the cultivation world, known for obliterating entire clans with his bare hands. He had never experienced such humiliation before. If he wasn't worried about Qin Chuan, he wouldn't hesitate to make this pretentious, triangular-eyed quack doctor disappear from sight.。