Li's 'body' was covered with a white cloth, concealing his entire body. He was about to be moved to the mortuary.
Li's upper body was exposed, with extremely noticeable wounds on his chest and abdomen, now sewn up but still disheartening to look at.
With a furrowed brow, Lin Tian lifted the white cloth and took out a roll of cloth bag from his pocket. When opened, it revealed silver needles, understated yet appealing under the shadowless lamp.
Seeing Lin Tian about to use needles, Li Yingwei, Liang Hongcai, and others gathered closer. They were eager to see what caliber the young physician, praised to the skies, truly possessed.
Lin Tian's right hand brushed over the bag, and three silver needles were deftly extracted. Despite so many eyes watching, his technique remained unseen, his hand seemingly a powerful magnet, effortlessly drawing the needles.
The sight made the young nurses starry-eyed—too cool!
