"Everyone, don't worry. With me, Mu Daochun, on the case, he will surely be fine." Mu Daochun wore a cold, arrogant expression as he placed both hands on the old master's pulse. "A minor ailment. Watch me treat it with acupuncture."
With that, Mu Daochun retrieved a box from nearby, revealing a set of golden needles. It seemed Mu Daochun was indeed an acupuncture expert. Even Qin Long, standing to the side, was a bit shocked. After briefly sterilizing the needles in the flame of an alcohol lamp, Mu Daochun began to insert the Golden Needles into the acupoints.
His initial technique is actually quite skillful. However, as he guided a Golden Needle toward the heart meridians, he made an error.
"Stop," Qin Long said, his brows furrowing as he tried to intervene.
