Yang Zhentian suddenly shuddered, no longer making a sound, slowly bowing his head, his face a picture of utter defeat, seemingly already unconscious.
Xiao Feng took a step forward and supported Yang Zhentian, his face full of hope as he looked at Qin Han.
"Halfway there! Put old Yang into the medicinal bath!" Qin Han said as he removed the Golden Needles from Yang Zhentian's body and, together with Xiao Feng, placed him in the medicinal bath that had long been prepared.
"Old Yang needs to soak in the medicinal bath for two hours, after which he should be largely unharmed," Qin Han said, wiping the sweat from his face, then said to Zhang Henian.
"Keep the water temperature at forty-one degrees, not lower, not higher!"
Having given instructions to Zhang Henian, Qin Han went to the front hall and slumped into the Taishi Chair, picking up the tea from the table and draining it in one gulp.
