Treatment

Wu Shiyin felt rather helpless as well. This old senior always liked calling him Little Wu. He had called him that when he was young, and he still called him that now.

But they could not delay Yang Xiao's treatment. Wu Shiyin tactfully left the room, leaving only Qiao Nansan and Yang Xiao inside.

"This injury of yours has to be treated as soon as possible. If it goes beyond a week, then there really will be no saving you." Qiao Nansan turned and took his case from the side. When he opened it, there was a complete set of silver needles inside, along with several things Yang Xiao had never seen before.

"Senior, go ahead and give it a try. There's no better option right now anyway," Yang Xiao said with a nod.

"Giving it a try is inevitable. As for the final outcome, I can't guarantee it. But I can guarantee that even if it fails, I'll be able to preserve your life." Qiao Nansan stroked his goatee.

"Then... let's do it." Yang Xiao felt uneasy, but this was his only option.

Qiao Nansan did not waste words. He took out a silver needle and sterilized it over alcohol for a moment, then began feeling around Yang Xiao's struck Nether Point. After examining it, he suddenly drove the needle in.

Yang Xiao could only grit his teeth and endure the pain. Qiao Nansan inserted silver needles one by one in a circle around Yang Xiao's Nether Point, then looked at him and said, "Bear with it. I'm going to stop the Nether Point from spreading first. Only then can I begin the treatment."

"I can endure it," Yang Xiao said through clenched teeth.

"Good. You've got backbone, kid. Then I'm starting!" Qiao Nansan took out silver needles one