Jiang Chen squatted down, felt the man's pulse, and flipped his eyelids, understanding immediately in his heart. The man had been poisoned, and he took out the Silver Needle ready to start the acupuncture treatment.
"Are you a doctor?" The frantic woman, seeing Jiang Chen's actions, grabbed onto him like a lifeline, "Hurry, save my dad, and if you cure him, I'll give you ten million!"
Jiang Chen frowned, he hadn't volunteered to help for money. The woman grabbing his hand was getting in the way.
"Let go of me." Jiang Chen pulled his hand away, breaking free from her grasp.
The woman staggered from the pull, a flash of anger appeared in her eyes, but she suppressed it immediately.
Jiang Chen's technique was quick, and in a short while, he had inserted four or five needles into the acupoints on the unconscious man's body, stopping the froth that was slightly spewing from the man's mouth.
