An Ji's eyes were filled with shock as he was completely immersed in Lin Chen's dazzling acupuncture technique, mechanically handing over the silver needles as per Lin Chen's instructions.
The bedroom was eerily quiet, everyone watching the scene before them in astonishment.
The Vice President of the World Medical Association actually serving as an assistant, handing over needles to a young man, would surely cause a sensation around the world if word got out.
"It must be, it must be that needle technique."
An Ji stared at Lin Chen, still focused on treating Elder Su, his face filled with shock and disbelief.
Finally, the last silver needle in Lin Chen's hand was placed, and Elder Su suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"Drip!"
Almost simultaneously, on the monitoring device, the line representing the heart rate started to flutter back to life.
"How... is this possible!"
