Lu Qing didn't lift his head, his hands ceaselessly moving. In an instant, he had inserted over ten needles into Old Wang's leg, sealing the wound inflicted by the snake bite.
Seeing Lu Qing's adept and decisive needlework, coupled with the strange blockage he had experienced himself, Uncle Li couldn't help but realize that the youth before him was no ordinary person.
He dared not make a fuss anymore, worried he would interfere with Lu Qing's procedure.
The others had also come around and held their breath, careful not to even let out a sigh, their eyes wide as they watched Lu Qing work.
Seeing that they were reasonable, Lu Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
Life was of utmost importance. If these people had continued to be disruptive, he would have had to resort to extraordinary measures.
Only undisturbed could he focus on saving a life.
After sealing the wound on Old Wang's leg, amidst the silence, Lu Qing opened Old Wang's upper garments.
