As Jiang Che stepped up to Li Ziming, he flicked his hand, and rows of silver needles gleaming with a cold light suddenly appeared at his fingertips, striking fear into the heart.
Jiang Che drew upon the vital energy within his body and controlled the needles with qi. The silver needles let out faint tremors from time to time, sounding especially abrupt in the silent hospital room.
"I'm your brother-in-law. I'm here to save your life."
"Kid, relax a little..."
Noticing the terror in Li Ziming's eyes, Jiang Che smiled faintly. After casually explaining a few words, he said nothing more.
He first used the Creation Divine Needles to fully awaken the Innate Qi hidden within Li Ziming's body, which could not previously be activated. Then, he followed up with the Taiyi Divine Needles for treatment. With the Taiyi Divine Needles' miraculous ability to turn decay into magic, curing Li Ziming's chronic illness was no challenge at all.
Jiang Che's movements flowed like clouds and water, seamless and uninterrupted, pleasing to the eye.
Before long, Li Ziming had been turned into a porcupine by Jiang Che, with rows of silver needles embedded all over his body, from head to toe.
These silver needles seemed to have come alive. Even while attached to Li Ziming's body, they continued to emit faint trembling hums.
At that moment, everyone in the hospital room held their breath and watched Jiang Che's every move without blinking.
Chen Jiuren's eyes were practically shining. His breathing had grown somewhat rapid, and his body was trembling slightly.
The older one grew, the wiser one became. Having devoted decades to the study of medicine and possessing considerable knowledge of both Chinese and Western Medicine, Chen Jiuren naturally recognized the extraordinary nature of the acupuncture technique Jiang Che was using.