Lu Lin had taken Chen Yuan to the resting room, muttered a few words, and then left.
Meanwhile, Old Pan was pacing outside the resting room.
"Come in," Chen Yuan's voice sounded from inside the room.
The elderly Pan Yang entered the room, feeling slightly embarrassed as he said, "Doctor Chen, I've disturbed your rest."
"It's alright, is there anything you need?" Chen Yuan had known that Pan Yang was following him earlier, and he now asked.
Although the treatment had consumed some of his energy, Chen Yuan was not tired enough to need rest; he merely wished not to cause too much stir. Given the high societal attention this incident had attracted, showing too extraordinary actions would expose him to the public eye, which would be disadvantageous for him as a "different world" cultivator.
"May I ask, Doctor Chen, was the acupuncture method you just performed an ancient technique?" Pan Yang asked nervously and excitedly.
