Chen Dong fumbled in his pocket and found a pack of disposable acupuncture needles.
They were the utensils of his trade, always carried with him.
Zhao Yizhong's physical condition was dire, hanging by a thread, clinging to a breath of life. Any rash action could scatter that breath and sever his life force.
Chen Dong furrowed his brow.
Zhao Yizhong's condition was extremely bad. He needed to be extremely careful and cautious.
The sight of Chen Dong holding the acupuncture needles caught everyone's attention.
"There really is someone who isn't afraid of death, daring to actually try to save Zhao Yizhong. I don't know if he's truly foolish or if his medical skills are superior, and he's incredibly bold."
