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"There, your migraines should no longer bother you," Ye Wudao said as he removed the needles from the man's head in less than three minutes and then spoke.
For such a minor ailment, Ye Wudao didn't even need to use the Hengshan Blackwood Needles; a few ordinary Silver Needles would do the trick easily. However, this was only true for him and didn't mean others could do the same.
"It's... it's gone?"
Yuan Zhiming hadn't even noticed the relief, nor had he realized what was happening before Ye Wudao told him his migraine was cured, which he simply couldn't believe.
"It's gone."
Ye Wudao looked at him with a face full of seriousness and said, "If your migraine does come back, I, Ye Wudao, will no longer practice medicine."
The medical professionals from both Eastern and Western disciplines all stood up. They had barely seen Ye Wudao's needling or removing of the needles, just a few minutes and the problem was solved? This seemed far too frivolous.
