"Get up, I promised to help save your wife!" Chen Tianlong never really intended to leave, and now naturally went along with it.
The overjoyed Xu Yunfei quickly pulled Chen Tianlong to his wife's side.
Chen Tianlong took a deep breath to calm himself down before squatting down.
"It might hurt a bit; you need to hold her down and prevent her from moving!" Chen Tianlong instructed the two women behind him who hadn't spoken until now.
He then laid out the cloth in his hand, revealing neatly arranged silver needles of various sizes. At this moment, Xu Yunfei was even more convinced that this seemingly unreliable man in front of him was a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine.
However, in his mind, practitioners of Chinese medicine were all elderly, about seventy or eighty years old, and the person in front of him didn't appear to be one at all. But he had no choice now but to let him proceed.
