"Now we're at the crucial moment, don't make any noise to disturb me, National Hand Chen, you must watch the temperature of the medicine closely, it can't be too high or too low." Having said that, Lin Feng closed his eyes again, carefully recalling in his mind before finally opening his eyes to prepare for the acupuncture. To Lin Feng, every patient was the same in his eyes, with no distinction between the rich or poor; he was extremely serious when treating anyone, maintaining an even temper even if the patient were a beggar.
After thoroughly preparing on all fronts, Lin Feng then picked up two boxes of silver needles. After sterilizing them with alcohol, he placed them to the side. His left hand touched Old Master Meng's body, beginning to move, while his right hand moved with an almost invisible speed to swiftly administer the needles. By the time Lin Feng's left hand had finished moving, one box of silver needles was already empty!
