Purple sandalwood was extremely valuable; Qin Shaofeng knew that very well.
But it was mostly used to make Buddhist prayer beads and furniture. This was the first time Qin Shaofeng had seen a small-leaf purple sandalwood box used just for decoration.
As soon as Wang Hu ran back, Li Min immediately took the box and handed it straight to Qin Shaofeng.
"Young man, please hurry and save my father," Li Min said anxiously.
"Don't worry. I'll do everything I can." Qin Shaofeng nodded.
After speaking, Qin Shaofeng opened the sandalwood box. When he saw what was inside, he froze for a moment.
The silver needles inside were exquisitely made. Needles of this quality were surely no ordinary things.
But Qin Shaofeng knew this wasn't the time to focus on such things. Saving the man came first.
And given the quality of the needles, Qin Shaofeng felt even more confident.
He took out the needles and began swiftly inserting them into the old man's acupoints.
In just three seconds, all twenty-four silver needles in the sandalwood box had been taken out and inserted into the old man's body.
Director Chen, watching from the side, was dumbstruck.
That technique, that speed, and the utter lack of hesitation as he placed each needle—this...
Could this... could this be the legendary Flying Needle Acupoint?
Director Chen's heart lurched, and his eyes widened. Though he was a Western doctor, he knew a thing or two about traditional Chinese medicine.
The director of their hospital was a practitioner of Chinese medicine, after all, so Director Chen had some knowledge of acupuncture.
In the space of just two or three seconds, this young man had smoothly inserted twenty-four silver needles into the acupoints on Old Man Li's body.
The only thing that speed brought to mind was