Chen Feng later did go back and ask the tea farmer, but even the farmer himself was somewhat confused. Some things had been passed down from his ancestors, while others were collected by himself. He couldn't figure out whether the book was from his ancestors or collected by him, and eventually, the matter was left unresolved.
Sweat had begun to form on Chen Feng's forehead. Although it was just a silver needle, he felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. The nurse, seeing sweat on his forehead, immediately wiped it off with care. The doctor standing by was completely astounded. It was clear that the patient had over a hundred silver needles inserted by Chen Feng, yet the patient's vital signs were extremely stable, as if the silver needles had no effect on her at all.
