Zhang Chaotian's character was something Chen Dong had heard about: during his tenure, he had accomplished many practical and beneficial deeds. Although he had a foul temper, he was a rare leader capable of getting things done and doing good deeds.
It seemed a pity for such a man to die right before his eyes.
Furthermore, as a doctor, Chen Dong couldn't just stand by and do nothing, regardless of whether it was Zhang Chaotian or someone else.
"Step aside."
Chen Dong commanded in a low tone, producing a pack of acupuncture needles and taking out nine needles, a gleam flashing in his eyes.
Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!
Three flashes of light passed in a blur.
One needle was inserted into Zhang Chaotian's forehead, nose, and chin respectively.
Chen Dong did not pause; his hands moved with lightning speed, inserting needles into Zhang Chaotian's chest and lower abdomen, with the last needle entering his navel.
