Qin Shaofeng knew very well that Purple Sandalwood was extremely valuable.
But Purple Sandalwood was most commonly made into Buddhist bead bracelets and furniture. This was the first time Qin Shaofeng had seen small-leaf Purple Sandalwood used merely for a decorative box.
The moment Wang Hu ran back, Li Min immediately took the box from him and directly handed the little box to Qin Shaofeng.
"Little brother, please hurry and save my father," Li Min said anxiously.
"Don't worry. I'll certainly do everything I can," Qin Shaofeng said with a nod.
After saying that, Qin Shaofeng directly opened the Purple Sandalwood box. The instant he did, he froze slightly again.
The silver needles inside were exquisitely made. Needles of such quality were clearly no ordinary things.
However, Qin Shaofeng knew that now was not the time to focus on such matters. Saving the man came first; everything else could wait.
And with the quality of this set of silver needles, Qin Shaofeng felt even more confident.
After taking out the silver needles, Qin Shaofeng began administering Flying Needle Acupuncture to the old man's acupoints.
In just three short seconds, all twenty-four silver needles from the Purple Sandalwood box had been taken out and inserted into the old man's body.
The sight left Director Chen standing nearby dumbfounded.
That technique, that speed, and the utter lack of hesitation when placing the needles—this...
This... could this be the legendary flying needles?
Director Chen's heart trembled, and his eyes widened. Although he practiced Western medicine, he did know something about Chinese medicine.
After all, the director of their hospital was a Chinese medicine practitioner, so he had some understanding of acupuncture.
Yet in merely two or three seconds, this young man had steadily inserted twenty-four silver needles into Old Mr. Li's acupoints.
That