His way of treating illnesses, described as the methods of a barefoot doctor, seemed faultless, requiring neither medical records nor cumbersome examinations.
Even if the acupuncture did not work well, it wouldn't worsen the condition. Besides, Su Sheng was very confident in his medical skills, which he believed were no less formidable than his innate talent for Martial Dao.
Immediately, the curtain beside the hospital bed was drawn. With limited time, he quickly finished his preparations and took out the ancestral Silver Needle from his belt, which had already been sterilized.
As for the few wrapped around his fingers, they were reserved for combat, not to be used for acupuncture!
On the hospital bed, Lei Dajun's eyes were tightly shut, his brow furrowed. He appeared to be in his fifties, with half of his hair already turned white, making it hard to see that he once was an outstanding entrepreneur.
