Wu Gang finished his preparations and then inserted the silver needles into Lew Zhe's body.
However, his eyes were fixed on the spot where the needles had landed, fearful that something unexpected might happen.
"Hmm?"
The sensation of the needles penetrating his flesh was most directly felt by Lew Zhe himself.
He looked at Wu Gang curiously and asked, "Why do I feel a bit comfortable, where did you stick me?"
Wu Gang didn't respond; his gaze remained intently on the site of the needle insertion.
Under his watch, the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, which filled his heart with both shock and joy.
"Comfortable?"
Wang Wenzheng, standing nearby, heard Lew Zhe's comment and also looked at Wu Gang with surprise.
He frowned and said, "If the wrong spot were pricked, it would only cause pain, how could it possibly feel comfortable?"
Comfort, under normal circumstances, only occurs when a wound scabs over.
