This guy's poisonous infection is actually very dangerous.
If we don't rescue him soon, there's a real risk to his life.
Even Yang Yan doesn't dare to delay too long.
Fortunately, there's still time.
With just a few needles, Laoqi's pain-twisted face finally eased a little, and his breathing gradually stabilized.
When Yang Yan inserted the last needle, Laoqi's whole body twitched, letting out a light gasp, and then he fell into slumber.
"Alright, this guy is fine now. However, the needle needs to stay in him for another hour. Unfortunately, this is the only set of needles I have in my shop, so the rest will have to wait."
Yang Yan stood up, stretched a little, and said.
"What's so special about these needles?"
The eldest stared at Yang Yan, puzzled, and asked.
"Nothing, as long as they're silver needles."
Yang Yan replied nonchalantly.
"Then... when will the poison in us act up?"
The eldest couldn't help but ask again.
