As a modern medical practitioner, Liu Shimei did not completely trust Zhong Lang's breathing and heartbeat. She pressed on Zhong Lang's carotid artery and said, "He's a little weak. I can feel that he's still alive."
"Eh?" Qi Yang looked at her with admiration and said with a smile, "The more I think about it, the more I feel that with Disciple's ability, other than the Nine-Nine Soul-Sucking Needle Formation, there's nothing else I can teach you!"
"Master, why are you so humble?" Liu Shimei smiled faintly and said, "Now, let's begin the teaching of the Nine-Nine Soul-Sucking Needle Formation!"
"Alright!" Qi Yang said readily. "I'll do the acupuncture first. Watch carefully!"
He unbuttoned Zhong Lang's clothes, took out his needle bag, and lined it up. A pair of hands that had been well maintained with medicine skillfully selected silver needles and inserted them into the acupuncture point on Zhong Lang's heart.
