After Chen Yang withdrew the silver needle, there was a small black dot suddenly appearing on the side of the skin.
Soon after, a black-brown liquid began to flow out of the skin.
This black liquid not only looked disgusting, but it also carried a strong stench that made people instinctively cover their noses.
"The blood clots in the body have become like this. If it had been half a day later, the elderly man would have probably passed away." Chen Yang said as he watched the clotted blood flow out.
Yan Jianping's face turned somewhat unpleasant upon hearing this, but there was more of a sense of relief.
Luckily, they caught it in time and ultimately treated it.
A lot of clotted blood was left in the elderly man's body, taking a full ten minutes to finally stop flowing.
On the ground by now, a bowl-full of black blood had pooled, looking extremely nauseating.
Seeing the black blood stop flowing, Chen Yang took out a pill from his pocket again and gave it to the elderly man.
