After ten minutes had passed, Zhiyan pulled out a crystal bottle from her bosom, filled with purple liquid. She opened the cap, carefully poured it out, drenching the wound.
Old man Yang trembled all over in his coma, his brows furrowing even tighter, once again agitating the injury on his head. Zhiyan extended a finger to press on an acupoint, stabilizing him.
"The wound is infected, and there's internal heat in the body. I'm going to dispel the heat now. Go get a basin of clean water," Zhiyan ordered, and the woman immediately dashed off to prepare the water.
Zhiyan took out three silver needles and placed them in the temple, the side of the neck, and the chest. With a mental command, a cool Yin Energy traveled through the silver needles, expelling the dry heat from the old man's body.
About ten minutes later, his body temperature had dropped. Zhiyan sighed with relief, fine sweat beading on her forehead.
