Su Han took a breath and executed the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, quickly retracting his index finger as though he was pressing an acupoint.
Old Lü's wife was stunned. What kind of method was this for treating illness? It seemed so strange.
Just as she was about to vocalize her skepticism, she saw Old Lü cough once and open his eyes.
"Old Lü! Old Lü, you've woken up; you scared me to death!" cried Old Lü's wife with tears.
Opening his eyes, Old Lü saw Zhang Lao and hurriedly tried to sit up, "Zhang Lao, I—"
"It was Su Han who saved you," Zhang Lao said, pointing at Su Han sitting to the side with a smile.
Old Lü's wife also quickly nodded, her earlier skepticism nowhere to be seen, "Yes, yes, yes, it was this young man who saved you, so incredible!"
The couple hastily thanked Su Han. Such a young man possessed such medical skills; Old Lü's illness had persisted for some time, and he had almost not made it.
Su Han just smiled, "It's nothing. You two should rest well."
