Lu Cheng turned his head sharply to look at Chen Yang, a look of surprise on his face as he asked skeptically, "You know medical techniques?"
"Those who practice martial arts must also have some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, otherwise, who would treat me when I'm injured?"
Chen Yang gave a fairly appropriate reason.
Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze toward him, placing their sole hope of saving Little Tiger on him.
Chen Yang took several silver needles from his pocket and quickly inserted them into a few acupuncture points around the wound of Little Tiger. The wound that had been bleeding profusely suddenly stopped bleeding.
Originally, when Chen Yang was applying the needles, everyone still doubted his skill, but now they all looked at him with amazement.
However, Little Tiger had lost too much blood and his internal organs were damaged; he was still in critical condition.
"Brother Chen, do you have any medicine?" Lu Cheng inquired.
