Seeing that the silver needles were almost fully inserted, Lan Jin finally placed a few more around Rong Huo's throat, which could help disperse the toxins faster.
Within less than 20 minutes, Rong Huo was surprised to find that he could make sounds again. His voice had returned to its previous clear and clean state, with a hint of hoarseness that somehow made it even more pleasant to listen to.
"Goddess, I can't thank you enough this time. Your medical skills are truly miraculous."
Rong Huo said with tears in his eyes, feeling extremely fortunate in his heart. Having such an incredible mother was his pride.
Moreover, he had already decided. He would write a song for his mother, titled "My Pride," hoping she would like it.
Lan Jin smiled and patted his shoulder, advising, "Sing well, and after the concert, I'll make a feast for you."
"Okay."
Upon hearing the words "a feast," a look of ecstatic joy instantly appeared on Rong Huo's face, and he nodded vigorously.
