Because the old man's body was simply too frail, Qin Shaofeng had expended considerable effort even just to seal away the medicinal power.
Finally, after placing the last needle, Qin Shaofeng let out a breath and retreated several steps. He slumped into a reclining chair not far from Zhang Fuguo, utterly unconcerned with his appearance.
Zhang Fuguo said nothing about it, because he could see why.
Qin Shaofeng was drenched in sweat, looking utterly spent.
It reminded Zhang Fuguo of martial artists who had overexerted themselves while using their inner power, and a feeling of gratitude toward Qin Shaofeng immediately rose in his heart.
"Qin Shaofeng, it was fortunate we had you!" Zhang Fuguo said.
This time, after deciding that Qin Shaofeng was very likely a martial artist, Zhang Fuguo lowered his own stance and became much more respectful toward him.
"Mm, it went fairly well." Qin Shaofeng nodded. "I've stored the medicinal power of that Wild Ginseng throughout your father's body. Once some time has passed and he has used up that sealed medicinal power, your father will be out of danger."
Sure enough!
Zhang Fuguo's heart jolted. He immediately felt that his guess had been right.
Sealing medicinal power?
That was probably something only a martial artist was capable of doing, and it made Zhang Fuguo treat Qin Shaofeng even more cautiously.
In Zhang Fuguo's eyes, martial artists were mysterious beings, beings who absolutely could not be offended lightly.
Qin Shaofeng seemed to have noticed this, and found it somewhat amusing.
But he also knew that Zhang Fuguo only felt this way because he had never encountered martial artists before. Once he had come into contact with them, he would no longer have such a mindset.
However, Qin Shaofeng did not care much about that. He continued, "Remove