Everyone at the National Medical Hall fell silent.
It was terrifying.
This horrific scene would leave them all with deep, lingering nightmares.
More and more teeth were shattered to pieces.
Yet, under such high-frequency chewing, the metal fragments were actually being worn down, developing nicks and notches.
It seemed they really could be chewed into bits.
However, the mouths of the four Heads of Medical Dao were suffering.
They were covered in lacerations, and it felt as though the sharp edges and jagged notches of the metal fragments were on the verge of piercing through their lips.
Inside their mouths, there were countless deep, dense, and crisscrossing wounds.
Their delicate soft tissue was shredded.
But the chewing continued.
Not only were the wounds increasing, but the real agony was that the old wounds were being rubbed over and over again.
Even the slightest touch caused a pain so sharp it felt like an explosion.
Adding the sliding of the metal fragments only made the wounds deeper.
"What's the matter? Are you slowing down, too? Do you need me to help you personally?"
Ye Lingtian looked toward the Chief Steward.
"No, no, no! I can do it!"
The Chief Steward’s right index finger had already been worn down by half.
He switched to his left index finger, but that fingertip was also worn away.
Yet, in truth, he hadn't even written many characters.
After all, the requirement of one character at a time was too demanding.
Pain!
Pain so intense the sky went dark and the sun …
Chapter 251