In the hospital room, Tang Ming maintained the motion of applying needles, standing rigidly with closed eyes, a layer of sweat forming on his forehead, and many acupuncture points on his body showing depressed vibrations.
"Master, what's this guy up to?"
Sun Zhuangjia asked the old madman suspiciously.
"Shhh, don't disturb him."
The old madman waved his hand, smiling at Tang Ming.
"Oh."
Sun Zhuangjia nodded blankly, still full of confusion but refrained from asking more.
After more than an hour passed, Tang Ming, who had his eyes closed, finally started moving, his hands swiftly plunging silver needles into the old madman's legs.
"There's hope now!"
Seeing Tang Ming's movements, the old madman's eyes lit up, tears beginning to well in the corners.
As Tang Ming inserted the last needle, his entire body collapsed onto the floor like a deflated balloon, suddenly awakening.
"Senior, what's happening? Why do I feel like I've gone through something unbelievable?"
