The middle-aged man was about to say something.
Suddenly, the girl cried out, "He's awake, he's awake, Grandpa's awake."
Everyone turned their attention to Long Xingyun.
Indeed, the previously tightly closed eyes and purplish lips of Long Xingyun now looked much rosier.
He slowly opened his eyes.
"What a fuss, I'm fine now."
Xiao Chen withdrew the needles, carefully cleaned and disinfected them before putting them away.
He always carried these silver needles with him for the convenience of saving lives.
Long Xingyun was now able to sit up by himself.
Though his face and body were still covered with black bruises, a bit dirty.
Seeing this, the surrounding people applauded, congratulating each other for witnessing a miraculous scene.
In the Jianghu era, they had seen traditional Chinese medicine save a person.
It was truly miraculous.
