Song Yili was a bit slower, and only at this moment did she recognize it!
"Heaven... it's... that!"
Hearing this, the others looked at Song Yili one after another, none of them understanding what she meant, seeing only that the latter's eyes were wide open.
After executing this set of needle techniques, Beibei fetched five more silver needles from Ghost Doctor Old Fang, likewise sterilizing them in the sunlight first.
At this moment, the stroke-stricken old man's aura was a bit feeble, showing no signs of recovery at all.
Beibei felt goosebumps all over her body. Looking at the full head of silver needles, she said in a milky voice, "It must hurt so much, being stuck with so many needles."
Little Irene said, "He shouldn't hurt, right? Otherwise why wouldn't he yell? He should shout out loud."
Ling Yun: "..."
Right after!
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Beibei prepared to drive silver needles into the stroke-stricken old man's head.
This time!
The four divine doctors found themselves somewhat unable to see through it. The Nine Heavenly Needles didn't have this kind of needle technique, did they?
They looked at the calm Ling Yun, truly unable to see through him.
The little one muttered something, her fingers sweeping continuously, and a slender silver needle was pierced directly into a certain spot on the stroke-stricken old man's head.
Next, her hands danced gracefully, resembling phantoms as silver needles pierced into several acupuncture points on the stroke-stricken old man's head.
The needle insertion took merely an instant, without any hesitation, completely lacking the extremely cautious feeling that other physicians had when performing acupuncture; it was entirely effortless and at will.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5!"
"Gold, wood, water, fire, earth!"
The crowd: "..."
Aren't these the Calabash Brothers' lines!
Long Yanran patted the