Surprised as he was, there was no time for Ye Yuan to dwell on it.
Because Elder Hua was already calling his name.
"Xiao Yuan, prepare the Silver Needles."
Upon hearing the instruction, Ye Yuan immediately opened Elder Hua's medical case.
He took out the Silver Needles and began sterilizing them.
Meanwhile, Elder Hua sat beside the bed, took the patient's left hand, and began taking his pulse.
A full five minutes passed.
Elder Hua's white brows had drawn into a deep furrow.
As Elder Hua's expression changed, the middle-aged woman's heart rose to her throat.
Elder Hua slowly released the hand, then looked at the middle-aged woman and said,
"I'll use the needles first to relieve the pressure in his brain."
With that, he took the sterilized Silver Needles Ye Yuan handed him.
From Elder Hua's needling technique, Ye Yuan noticed something.
Elder Hua's hands were clearly moving much faster than before.
It seemed that ever since recovering the bronze man from his sect, the old master had practiced quite a bit at home.
Otherwise, his technique could not have improved so noticeably.
Ye Yuan sincerely admired Elder Hua's dedication.
From entering the villa to leaving it, a full hour passed.
Yet throughout that hour, Ye Yuan did not say a single word.
Even after leaving the villa and getting into Elder Hua's car,
Ye Yuan remained silent.
Originally, he had wanted to see what illness that person had.
But without making physical contact,
Ye Yuan's perception found it difficult to enter the human body.
Therefore, without Elder Hua's or the family's permission,
Ye Yuan did not want to rashly touch that person's body.
"Are you curious why I called you over but didn't ask you to do anything?"
Leaning against the rear seat, Elder Hua looked at Ye