When Mu Lin entered the ward, all the staff remaining at the clinic had already taken their respective positions, each fully committed with great enthusiasm, ready for action. Seeing Mu Lin calmly walk in with a medicine case, his expression unchanged, the staff felt a surge of renewed energy.
Mu Lin noticed the clinic staff’s high spirits, exactly the state of mind he needed. Glancing around, he confirmed that all preparations had been completed.
“Originally, I planned to spend a month carefully treating the patient and, at the same time, helping you all gain more experience. However, the current situation has become so complicated that time is no longer on our side.
“This is a confrontation between us and the Y country government, along with all the opposition forces—a war without smoke or visible gunfire! If we cannot completely cure this patient in a short time, once the protest events conclude, our country will certainly notify the Y government to take the patient back to quell public outrage at home.
“Although this clinic might avoid a crisis, the good reputation we’ve built since opening will be destroyed. From then on, the opposition will have grounds to attack us and reasons to mock us. In this war, our clinic will be the loser, and we will completely lose the honor we’ve always been proud of—the undefeated clinic.
“Therefore, I have decided to cure this patient completely within three days. I need your full cooperation!” Mu Lin declared firmly. Immediately, he noticed the skeptical looks in everyone’s eyes, realizing they were not fully convinced.
“Alright, stop looking at me like that! You should know I’ve never made empty boasts. If I say I can do it, I definitely can! Now, everyone, just focus on your own tasks!”
Mu Lin first took out a small porcelain bottle from his medicine case and handed it to the nurse beside him: “Go give this medicine to the patient. We’ll begin treatment shortly.”
This was a self-cultivated Yuan-enhancing pill, something Mu Lin had originally been reluctant to use, considering his limited supply. However, the current situation forced him to use his most precious reserves.
When Mu Lin entered the ward, all the staff remaining at the clinic had already taken their positions with full enthusiasm, ready to perform their respective duties. Seeing Mu Lin walk in with his medicine box, his face as calm as ever, the spirits of all the staff were instantly lifted.
Mu Lin observed the high morale of the clinic staff—exactly the kind of energy he needed. After a quick glance around, he confirmed that all preparations were complete.
“Originally, I planned to take a month to carefully treat the patient while also giving you all some hands-on experience. But the situation has become so complicated that we no longer have that luxury.
“This is our battle against the Y government and all its opposition—a war without visible smoke! If we don’t completely cure this patient in a very short time, once this protest incident is over, our country will surely instruct the Y government to take the patient back to quell domestic outrage.
“At that point, while our clinic might avoid a crisis, the sterling reputation we’ve built since opening would be ruined. The opposition would then have ammunition to attack and mock us. In this war, our clinic would be the loser, and we’d forever lose the proud legacy of our clinic’s undefeated record.
“So, I’ve decided to cure this patient completely within three days. And for that, I need your full cooperation!” Mu Lin declared resolutely. However, he immediately noticed the skeptical looks in everyone’s eyes—they didn’t quite believe what he was saying.
“Alright, stop looking at me like that! You know I’ve never made empty promises. If I say I can do it, I can! Just focus on your own tasks!”
Mu Lin first took out a small porcelain vial from his medicine box and handed it to a nearby nurse. “Give this to the patient. We’ll begin treatment shortly.”
This was the Peiyuan Pill, refined by Mu Lin himself. He had been reluctant to use his limited supply of elixirs, but the current situation forced him to dip into his reserves.
Next, he retrieved a set of silver needles from his box and addressed the doctors behind him. “I had hoped to give you all a chance to practice the Eight Evil Needles, but it seems that will have to wait. For now, just watch carefully. And remember—no matter what happens, not a single sound from any of you!”
The silver needles in Mu Lin’s hands were unlike anything the doctors had ever seen. They were a set of magical tools he had refined himself—straight, hollow, and devoid of any unnecessary ornamentation. Even if an ordinary person got their hands on them, they wouldn’t dare use them, as only someone with true spiritual energy could wield them. This was their first public appearance.
Mu Lin had incorporated pumice and other precious metals into the needles, greatly enhancing their flexibility and density. These were no ordinary needles—they could channel his spiritual energy, serving both as medical instruments and as weapons against enemies. As a result, they were slightly thicker and longer than standard silver needles.
He had refined ten such sets in one go, all stored in his ring. The one in his medicine box had been prepared in advance for this treatment, with pre-loaded medicinal powders.
After the morning’s treatment and massage, combined with the effects of the Peiyuan Pill, the patient’s condition had improved significantly compared to when he first arrived. However, upon seeing Mu Lin holding the long, gleaming needles, he couldn’t suppress his terror. He began thrashing on the bed, too panicked to speak, only emitting guttural sounds. His already twisted face now looked even more grotesque.
If not for his prolonged illness sapping his strength, the mere sight of those needles would have sent an ordinary patient fleeing.
Ignoring the patient’s frantic movements, Mu Lin swiftly inserted a needle into his sleep acupoint, rendering him completely still. The upcoming treatment would drain the patient’s already limited energy, and Mu Lin didn’t want him wasting any more of it.
“Wow! Teacher, was that the sleep acupoint? So it really exists! I always thought it was just something made up in martial arts novels!” one doctor blurted out in amazement.
Mu Lin shot a glance at the doctors behind him, and the murmurs instantly ceased as they remembered his earlier warning.
Following Mu Lin’s instructions, the medical staff removed the patient’s clothes, and the treatment officially began.
Mu Lin first inserted two needles into the primary acupoints—Eight Evils and Eight Winds. With deft fingers, he rotated the needles rapidly, making them spin like tops. The observing doctors marveled inwardly at his technique—this was the true Eight Evil Needles, a skill they doubted they could ever master in their lifetimes.
A surge of spiritual energy carried the medicinal powder through the needles into the patient’s body while gently guiding the flow of his meridians. After a while, Mu Lin relaxed the spiritual seal on the needles, and a stream of black blood oozed out, accompanied by a foul odor that quickly filled the room. The staff instinctively covered their noses.
The black blood contained excess lead deposits from the patient’s organs and meridians, along with other accumulated toxins. The haphazard treatments from Y’s hospitals had mixed various drugs into new, irritating poisons in his system.
Under normal circumstances, using the clinic’s own medicines alongside acupuncture to regulate the meridians would have cured the patient within a month. But the sudden change in circumstances left Mu Lin no choice—he had to use his spiritual energy to rapidly clear the meridians.
The Eight Evils and Eight Winds were critical acupoints, so Mu Lin couldn’t apply forceful techniques. Instead, he used gentle energy to warm and nourish the organs and meridians, slowly expelling the toxic blood laced with drugs and lead.
Though the stench was nearly unbearable, the nurse, seeing Mu Lin persist in his treatment, gritted her teeth and wiped away the black blood with a prepared gauze.
Mu Lin carefully sealed the needle holes with spiritual energy before inserting two more needles into Quchi and Shaohai. Since these weren’t primary acupoints, he applied forceful techniques. Moments later, a jet of black blood shot straight up, splattering onto the ceiling of the ward.
These silver needles were unlike any the doctors had ever seen before. They were a set of self-cultivated tools—straight, hollow, and without any unnecessary decorations. Ordinary people would not dare to use them; only those with true Yuan energy could. This was their first public appearance. Mu Lin had added pumice and other precious metals into the needles, significantly enhancing their toughness and density. They were tools capable of withstanding Mu Lin’s Yuan energy—both for healing and for combat. Thus, these needles were slightly thicker and longer than regular ones.
Mu Lin had cultivated ten such sets at once, storing them in his ring. The set in his medicine case had been preloaded with some medicinal powder he had prepared especially for this treatment.
After the morning’s treatment and massage, combined with the effects of the Yuan-enhancing pill, the patient’s condition had improved significantly. Seeing Mu Lin holding the long, gleaming silver needles, however, the patient could not hide his fear. He began struggling on the bed, too nervous to speak, only making guttural sounds like “huh, huh.” His already crooked mouth and eyes now appeared even more grotesque.
If the patient hadn’t already been weakened by long-term illness, the sight of such long needles in Mu Lin’s hands might have been enough to make even a normal patient leap up and run.
Seeing the patient’s panic, Mu Lin didn’t waste words. He directly inserted a needle into the Sleep Point, immediately calming the patient. During the upcoming treatment, the patient would expend a lot of energy, and Mu Lin didn’t want him wasting what little he had left.
“Wow! Teacher, did you just hit the Sleep Point? So that point actually exists! I thought it was just something made up in martial arts novels!” one doctor couldn’t help exclaiming.
Mu Lin turned and looked at the doctor behind him, and immediately, everyone remembered his earlier warning and fell silent.
Following Mu Lin’s instructions, the medical staff removed the patient’s clothes, and Mu Lin began the formal treatment.
When Mu Lin entered the ward, all the staff who had stayed at the clinic were already at their respective posts, fully engaged and waiting with all their enthusiasm, each according to their assigned roles. Seeing Mu Lin walk in with his usual calm expression, carrying a medicine box, the spirits of all the staff lifted visibly.
Mu Lin noticed the high morale among the clinic staff—exactly the kind of energy he needed. He glanced around and saw that all preparations had been completed.
“Originally, I planned to take a month to carefully treat the patient while also giving you all some hands-on experience. But the situation has become so complicated that we no longer have that luxury.
This is a confrontation between us and the Y government, as well as all the opposition factions—a war without visible smoke! If we can’t completely cure this patient within a very short time, once this protest incident is over, our country will surely notify the Y government to take the patient back to quell domestic outrage.
At that point, while our clinic might avoid a crisis, the excellent reputation we’ve built since opening would be ruined. The opposition would then have ammunition to attack us and mock us. In that case, our clinic would be the loser in this war, and we would forever lose the proud legacy of our clinic’s undefeated record.
That’s why I’ve decided to cure this patient completely in just three days. And for that, I need your full cooperation!” Mu Lin spoke with unwavering determination. But then he saw the doubtful looks in everyone’s eyes—they didn’t quite believe what he was saying.
“Alright, stop looking at me like that! You know I’ve never made empty boasts. If I say I can do it, I can! Just focus on your own tasks!”
Mu Lin first took out a small porcelain vial from his medicine box and handed it to a nearby nurse. “Give this to the patient. We’ll begin treatment shortly.”
This was a Peiyuan Pill that Mu Lin had refined himself. He hadn’t wanted to waste his limited supply of elixirs, but the current situation forced him to dig into his reserves.
Next, he took out a set of silver needles from his medicine box and said to the doctors behind him, “I originally wanted to give you all a chance to practice the Eight Evil Points technique, but it seems that will have to wait. For now, just watch carefully. And remember—no matter what happens, you must not make a sound!”
The silver needles in Mu Lin’s hands were unlike anything these doctors had ever seen. They were a set of magical tools he had refined himself—straight, hollow, and devoid of any unnecessary ornamentation. Even if an ordinary person got their hands on them, they wouldn’t dare use them, as only someone with true spiritual energy could wield them. This was the first time he had revealed them in public.
He had mixed pumice and other precious metals into the needles, greatly enhancing their flexibility and density. These were tools capable of channeling Mu Lin’s spiritual energy—equally suited for healing as they were for combat. As a result, they were slightly thicker and longer than ordinary silver needles.
Mu Lin had refined ten such sets in one go, storing them all in his spatial ring. The set in his medicine box had been prepared in advance for this treatment, with some of his specially blended medicinal powder already loaded inside.
After the morning’s treatment and massage, and with the Peiyuan Pill beginning to take effect, the patient was in much better spirits than when he had arrived. But when he saw Mu Lin holding those long, gleaming silver needles, he couldn’t hide his terror. He began thrashing on the bed, too panicked to speak, only making guttural noises. His already twisted mouth and eyes now looked even more grotesque.
If not for his long-term illness sapping his strength, the mere sight of those needles would have sent an ordinary patient running for the hills.
Seeing the patient’s panic, Mu Lin wasted no words. He swiftly inserted a needle into the sleep acupoint, rendering the patient completely still. The upcoming treatment would drain the patient’s already limited energy, and Mu Lin didn’t want him wasting any more of it.
“Wow! Teacher, was that the sleep acupoint? So it really exists? I always thought that was just something made up in martial arts novels!” one doctor blurted out in amazement.
Mu Lin shot a glance at the doctors behind him, and they immediately fell silent, remembering his earlier warning.
Following Mu Lin’s instructions, the medical staff removed the patient’s clothes, and the real treatment began.
Mu Lin first inserted two needles into the primary acupoints—Eight Evils and Eight Winds. With gentle twists of his fingers, the needles spun rapidly like tops. The observing doctors marveled inwardly at his technique—this was the true Eight Evil Points method, something they knew they could never replicate in their lifetimes.
A surge of spiritual energy carried the medicinal powder through the needles into the patient’s body while slowly unblocking his meridians. After a while, Mu Lin relaxed his spiritual seal on the needles, and a stream of black blood oozed out, accompanied by a foul odor that quickly filled the room. The staff instinctively covered their noses.
This black blood was the accumulated excess lead and other toxins from the patient’s organs and meridians. The haphazard treatments at the Y hospital had mixed various drugs into new, irritating poisons in his system.
Under normal circumstances, using the clinic’s own medicines alongside acupuncture to unblock the meridians would have cured the patient in a month. But the sudden change in circumstances left Mu Lin no choice—he had to use his spiritual energy to rapidly clear the patient’s meridians.
The Eight Evils and Eight Winds were major acupoints, so Mu Lin couldn’t use forceful techniques. Instead, he gently nourished the organs and meridians with a soft touch, slowly expelling the toxic blood laced with drugs and lead.
Though the nurse beside him was nearly overwhelmed by the stench, seeing Mu Lin persist in his treatment, she gritted her teeth and used a prepared gauze to wipe away the oozing black blood.
After sealing the needle holes with spiritual energy, Mu Lin inserted two more needles into Quchi and Shaohai. Since these weren’t major acupoints, he applied a more forceful technique. Moments later, a jet of black blood shot straight up, splattering onto the ceiling of the ward.
A stream of Yuan energy passed through the needles, delivering the medicinal powder into the patient’s body while slowly unblocking his meridians. After a while, Mu Lin eased the Yuan energy’s blockage on the needles, and a stream of black blood flowed out, accompanied by a foul odor that quickly spread through the room, causing the surrounding staff to instinctively cover their noses.
This black blood was actually the accumulated excess lead and other toxins in the patient’s internal organs and meridians. Due to the Y country hospital’s mismanagement, various drugs in the patient’s body had mixed, forming new types of irritating toxins.
Under normal circumstances, using the clinic’s self-prepared medicines combined with acupuncture to unblock the meridians over a month would fully cure the patient. However, the sudden change in circumstances left Mu Lin with no time to follow the normal procedures. He had no choice but to use his own Yuan energy to rapidly unblock the patient’s meridians.
When Mu Lin entered the ward, all the staff remaining in the clinic had already taken their positions with full enthusiasm, ready to perform their respective duties. Seeing Mu Lin walk in with a calm expression, carrying a medicine box, the spirits of all the staff lifted.
Mu Lin noticed the high morale among the clinic staff—exactly the kind of energy he needed. He glanced around and saw that all preparations were complete.
“Originally, I planned to take a month to carefully treat the patient while also giving you all some hands-on experience. But the situation has become so complicated that we no longer have that luxury.
“This is our battle against the Y government and all the opposition factions—a war without visible smoke! If we can’t completely cure this patient within a very short time, once the protest events conclude, our country will surely instruct the Y government to take the patient back to quell domestic outrage.
“At that point, while our clinic might avoid a crisis, the excellent reputation we’ve built since opening will be ruined. The opposition will then have ammunition to attack and mock us. In that case, our clinic would be the loser in this war, and we would forever lose the proud legacy of our clinic’s undefeated record.
“So, I’ve decided to cure this patient completely within three days. And for that, I need your full cooperation!” Mu Lin declared resolutely. However, he immediately noticed the skeptical looks in everyone’s eyes—they didn’t quite believe what he was saying.
“Alright, stop looking at me like that! You know I’ve never made empty promises. If I say I can do it, I will! Just focus on your own tasks.”
Mu Lin first took out a small porcelain vial from his medicine box and handed it to a nearby nurse. “Give this to the patient. We’ll begin treatment shortly.”
This was a Peiyuan Pill that Mu Lin had refined himself. Normally, he wouldn’t waste his limited supply of such pills, but the current situation forced him to dip into his reserves.
Next, he retrieved a set of silver needles from his box and addressed the doctors behind him. “I had originally hoped to give you all a chance to practice the Eight Evil Needles technique, but it seems that will have to wait. For now, just observe carefully. And remember—no matter what happens, you must not make a sound!”
The silver needles in Mu Lin’s hands were unlike anything the doctors had ever seen. They were a set of magical tools he had crafted himself—straight, hollow, and devoid of any decorative flourishes. Ordinary people wouldn’t dare use them; only those with true spiritual energy could wield them. This was the first time he had revealed them in public.
He had incorporated pumice and other precious metals into the needles, greatly enhancing their flexibility and density. These were tools capable of channeling Mu Lin’s spiritual energy—equally suited for healing as they were for combat. As a result, they were slightly thicker and longer than ordinary silver needles.
Mu Lin had crafted ten such sets in one go, storing them all in his spatial ring. The one in his medicine box had been prepared in advance for this treatment, with some of his specially blended medicinal powders pre-loaded inside.
After the morning’s treatment and massage, combined with the effects of the Peiyuan Pill, the patient’s condition had improved significantly compared to when he first arrived. However, upon seeing Mu Lin holding the long, gleaming silver needles, he couldn’t suppress his fear and began thrashing on the bed. His already twisted mouth and eyes contorted even more grotesquely, and in his panic, he could only emit incoherent grunts.
Had the patient not been weakened by prolonged illness, the mere sight of those needles might have sent an ordinary person fleeing in terror.
Ignoring the patient’s frantic movements, Mu Lin swiftly inserted a needle into his sleep acupoint, instantly calming him. The upcoming treatment would drain the patient’s already limited energy, and Mu Lin didn’t want him wasting any more of it.
“Wow! Teacher, was that the sleep acupoint? I thought that was just something made up in martial arts novels!” one doctor blurted out in amazement.
Mu Lin shot a glance at the doctors behind him, and they immediately fell silent, remembering his earlier warning.
Following Mu Lin’s instructions, the medical staff removed the patient’s clothes, and the treatment officially began.
Mu Lin first inserted two needles into the primary acupoints—Eight Evils and Eight Winds. With deft fingers, he rotated the needles rapidly, making them spin like tops. The observing doctors marveled inwardly at his technique—this was the true Eight Evil Needles, a skill they doubted they could ever master in their lifetimes.
A surge of spiritual energy carried the medicinal powder through the needles into the patient’s body while simultaneously guiding the flow of his meridians. After a while, Mu Lin relaxed the spiritual seal on the needles, and a stream of black blood oozed out, accompanied by a foul odor that quickly filled the room. The staff instinctively covered their noses.
The black blood contained excess lead deposits from the patient’s organs and meridians, along with other accumulated toxins. The reckless treatments from the Y hospitals had mixed various drugs in his system, creating new, highly irritating poisons.
Under normal circumstances, using the clinic’s own medicines alongside acupuncture to regulate the meridians would have cured the patient within a month. But with the sudden change in circumstances, Mu Lin no longer had that luxury. He had to rely on his spiritual energy to rapidly clear the meridians.
The Eight Evils and Eight Winds acupoints were critical points in the body, so Mu Lin couldn’t use forceful techniques. Instead, he gently nurtured the organs and meridians with a soft approach, gradually expelling the toxic blood laced with drugs and lead.
Though the nurse beside him was nearly overwhelmed by the stench, seeing Mu Lin persist in the treatment, she gritted her teeth and wiped away the black blood with a prepared gauze pad.
Mu Lin carefully sealed the needle holes with his spiritual energy before inserting two more needles into the Quchi and Shaohai acupoints. Since these weren’t primary points, he used a more aggressive technique. Moments later, another stream of black blood shot straight up, splattering onto the ceiling of the ward.
When Mu Lin entered the ward, all the staff remaining at the clinic had already taken their positions with full enthusiasm, ready to perform their respective duties. Seeing Mu Lin walk in with his usual calm expression, carrying a medicine box, the spirits of all the staff were instantly lifted.
Mu Lin observed that the clinic staff were brimming with energy—exactly the kind of morale he needed. After a quick glance around, he confirmed that all preparations were complete.
“Originally, I planned to spend a month carefully treating the patient while also giving you all some hands-on experience. But the current situation is far more complicated, and time is running short.
“This is a confrontation between us and the Y government, as well as all the opposition factions—an invisible war without gunpowder! If we fail to fully cure this patient within a very short time, once the protest situation settles, our country will inevitably instruct the Y government to take the patient back to quell domestic outrage.
“At that point, while our clinic may avoid a crisis, the sterling reputation we’ve built since opening will be ruined. The opposition will then have ammunition to attack and mock us. In that case, our clinic would be the loser in this war, and we would forever lose the undefeated honor we once took pride in.
“Therefore, I’ve decided to fully cure this patient within three days. And for that, I need your full cooperation!” Mu Lin declared resolutely. However, he immediately noticed the skeptical looks in everyone’s eyes—clearly, they didn’t quite believe him.
“Alright, enough with those looks! You know I’ve never made empty boasts. If I say I can do it, I will! Just focus on your own tasks.”
Mu Lin first took out a small porcelain vial from his medicine box and handed it to a nearby nurse. “Give this to the patient. We’ll begin treatment shortly.”
This was the Peiyuan Pill, refined by Mu Lin himself. Normally, he wouldn’t waste his limited supply of such pills, but the current situation forced him to dig into his reserves.
Next, Mu Lin retrieved a set of silver needles from his box and addressed the doctors behind him. “I originally wanted to give you all a chance to practice the Eight Evil Points technique, but it seems that will have to wait. For now, just watch carefully—and no matter what happens, not a single sound from any of you!”
The silver needles in Mu Lin’s hands were unlike anything the doctors had ever seen. They were a set of magical tools he had refined himself—straight, hollow, and devoid of any unnecessary ornamentation. Even if an ordinary person got their hands on them, they wouldn’t dare use them, as they required true spiritual energy to wield. This was the first time these needles had been revealed in public.
Mu Lin had incorporated pumice and other precious metals into the needles, greatly enhancing their flexibility and density. These were no ordinary acupuncture tools—they were artifacts capable of channeling his spiritual energy, serving both as medical instruments and as weapons against enemies. As a result, they were slightly thicker and longer than standard silver needles.
Mu Lin had refined ten such sets in one go, all stored in his spatial ring. The set in his medicine box had been prepared in advance for this treatment, with pre-loaded medicinal powder inside.
After the morning’s treatment and massage, combined with the effects of the Peiyuan Pill, the patient’s condition had improved significantly compared to when he first arrived. However, upon seeing Mu Lin holding the long, gleaming silver needles, he couldn’t suppress his terror. He began thrashing on the bed, too panicked to speak, only emitting guttural gasps. His already twisted mouth and eyes now looked even more grotesque.
Had the patient not been weakened by prolonged illness, the mere sight of those needles might have sent an ordinary person fleeing in terror.
Ignoring the patient’s frantic movements, Mu Lin wasted no words. He swiftly inserted a needle into the sleep acupoint, instantly calming the patient. The upcoming treatment would drain the patient’s already limited energy, and Mu Lin didn’t want him wasting any more of it.
“Wow! Teacher, did you just target the sleep acupoint? So it really exists? I thought that was just something made up in martial arts novels!” one doctor blurted out in amazement.
Mu Lin shot a glance at the doctors behind him, and the room fell silent as they remembered his earlier warning.
Following Mu Lin’s instructions, the medical staff removed the patient’s clothes, and the formal treatment began.
Mu Lin first inserted two needles into the primary acupoints—Eight Evils and Eight Winds. With deft fingers, he rotated the needles rapidly, making them spin like tops. The observing doctors marveled inwardly at his technique—this was the true Eight Evil Points method, a skill they believed they could never master in their lifetimes.
A surge of spiritual energy carried the medicinal powder through the needles into the patient’s body while gently unblocking his meridians. After a while, Mu Lin relaxed the spiritual seal on the needles, and a stream of black blood oozed out, accompanied by a foul odor that quickly filled the room. The staff instinctively covered their noses.
The black blood contained excess lead deposits from the patient’s organs and meridians, along with other accumulated toxins. The reckless treatments from the Y hospital had mixed various drugs in his system, creating new, irritating poisons.
Under normal circumstances, using the clinic’s own medicines alongside acupuncture to regulate the meridians would have fully cured the patient in a month. But with the sudden change in circumstances, Mu Lin no longer had that luxury. He had to rely on his spiritual energy to rapidly unblock the patient’s meridians.
The Eight Evils and Eight Winds were critical acupoints, so Mu Lin couldn’t use forceful techniques. Instead, he gently nurtured the organs and meridians with a soft approach, gradually expelling the toxic blood laced with drugs and lead.
Though the nurse beside him was nearly overwhelmed by the stench, she endured it, quickly wiping away the black blood with a prepared gauze meant for Mu Lin’s sweat.
After sealing the needle holes with spiritual energy, Mu Lin inserted two more needles into Quchi and Shaohai. Since these weren’t primary acupoints, he applied a more forceful technique. Moments later, a jet of black blood shot straight up, splattering onto the ceiling of the ward.
Slowly sealing the needle holes with Yuan energy, Mu Lin next inserted two more needles into the Quchi and Shaohai points. Since these were not major acupoints, he now used forceful techniques. Soon, a stream of black blood shot straight up along the needles, splattering onto the ceiling of the ward.
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