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"Everyone, please step back a bit and let the air circulate." As the crowd gathered more and more, the air around them became very murky, and Ye Chenfeng hastily ordered.
In the crowd of onlookers, most people did not believe that Ye Chenfeng could revive the young girl who had fainted from a myocardial infarction. In the eyes of ordinary people, the older a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, the more capable they are supposed to be, and looking at Ye Chenfeng, how old could he be? He appeared to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six, but still, they stepped back a bit, most of them harboring the intent to watch Ye Chenfeng make a fool of himself.
Ye Chenfeng pulled a lighter from his pocket, heated the silver needles in the flame to sterilize them—under such circumstances, there wasn't much room for fuss—and focused on reviving the critically endangered girl in front of him.
