Director Wang was in a daze, his eyes devoid of light, staring dead at Hao Jian and Boss Zhu. Although all of this was happening right in front of him, it felt like a dream—could such miraculous things really happen? Boss Zhu had fallen to the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing, yet Hao Jian didn't use medicine or any other treatment methods; he simply checked Boss Zhu's pulse and made a conclusion, followed by a slap that stopped Boss Zhu from foaming at the mouth and convulsing, then another slap that restored his senses, making him instantly sober.
To them, it was as if something very strange and bizarre had happened. Who ever heard of curing a disease with just two slaps, and even seeing immediate results? They were all dumbfounded, momentarily at a loss for words.
