"That's right!" Qin Lin immediately nodded and looked at Zhao Jingxi with surprise. "Using the Thirteen Needles of Plum Blossom on his Yuguan and Xianmen Acupoints will stimulate his brain marrow's self-cleaning function. That's how you can naturally wake him from his shock!"
"If you know about the Thirteen Needles of Plum Blossom, why didn't you save him?"
"Are you kidding me? The Fujian Medical Sect's lineage died out decades ago, and the Thirteen Needles of Plum Blossom are completely lost," a disciple beside Zhao Jingxi glared angrily at Qin Lin. "What do you expect my master to save him with?"
"Xiao Zhu." Zhao Jingxi stopped his impulsive disciple and, with a wry smile, shook his head at the expectant crowd. "I am ashamed to say I do not know the Thirteen Needles of Plum Blossom."
"Lost?" Faced with Zhao Jingxi's bitter headshake, Qin Lin was just as surprised. "That can't be right. They're not lost, are they?"
