This young man had earlier called them quacks, and he indeed had his reasons; at least, they could not do what Su Xuan had done, solely with a few golden needles, bringing Yan Fangfei back from the brink of death.
Essentially, they were slapped in the face by Su Xuan invisibly!
"Wife, you're awake." Su Xuan inserted another needle into Yan Fangfei and smiled, "Wife, don't move yet. Let me completely clear the congestion in your skull, then you can speak."
Yan Fangfei blinked as a response to Su Xuan's words; she knew that her life had been saved by Su Xuan once again.
"Su Xuan, thank you," Yan Fangfei's beautiful eyes glistened as she closed them and silently thought.
"The tenth needle, Yin-Yang Wuji!"
"The eleventh needle..."
After this needle was set, Su Xuan's shirt had already been soaked with sweat. Because, with each insertion, he had to brew for a long time, and it seemed each insertion demanded a tremendous amount of effort.
