Because the old man's body was simply too weak, Qin Shaofeng had expended no small amount of energy even just sealing away the medicinal power.
Finally, after placing the last needle, Qin Shaofeng let out a breath of relief. He then backed up a few steps and collapsed into a recliner not far from Zhang Fuguo, utterly unconcerned with his appearance.
Zhang Fuguo said nothing about it, because he could see the reason for it.
Qin Shaofeng was drenched in sweat, looking completely drained.
It reminded Zhang Fuguo of martial artists exhausting themselves from overexerting their internal force, and a certain feeling toward Qin Shaofeng rose in his heart.
"Mr. Qin, thank goodness for you!" Zhang Fuguo said.
This time, perhaps because he believed Qin Shaofeng was likely a martial artist, Zhang Fuguo lowered his own stance and became much more respectful toward him.
"Mm, it went all right." Qin Shaofeng nodded. "I've stored the medicinal power of that Wild Ginseng throughout your father's body. Once he spends some time absorbing the sealed medicinal power, your father will be out of danger."
Just as expected!
Zhang Fuguo's heart jolted, and he immediately felt that his guess had been right.
Sealing medicinal power?
That was surely something only a martial artist could accomplish. His attitude toward Qin Shaofeng became even more cautious.
In Zhang Fuguo's eyes, martial artists were mysterious beings—and not people one could afford to offend lightly.
Qin Shaofeng seemed to see through this, and he was somewhat curious.
But he also knew it was only because Zhang Fuguo had never encountered martial artists. Once he had, he would no longer think this way.
Still, Qin Shaofeng paid it no mind and continued, "Remove these silver needles after ten minutes. But I'm taking them with me."
As he spoke,