When the fine silver needle touches the alcohol, it makes a hissing sound like red-hot iron falling into water.
Jiang Zhonghai and his family were stunned. They didn't know what was causing this. Could it be because the fine silver needle itself was too hot?
"Uncle Jiang, we are ready to start. Yurou, old man, please go out and wait. The process will take a long time. Don't worry, the success rate is very high."
"Hey, okay, Xiaofan, I'll leave it to you." Mr. Jiang said.
"Xiaofan, thank you."
Ning Fan smiled slightly: "It's okay, go out and wait. Remember, don't let anyone in."
"good!"
After the two of them went out, Ning Fan came out with the pack of silver needles for disinfection, then put on the disposable mask and said, "Uncle, take off your clothes."
"All of them?"
"No, the most important thing is your back, you can just hold it."
"Um!"
Jiang Zhonghai immediately followed the instructions and looked at Ning Fan. He came over and put the alcohol lamp aside. After preheating the silver needle, he pierced Yang Susu's head first.
There are so many hairs on the top of a person's head, I really don't know how Ning Fan can find the acupuncture points accurately.
"Huh?" Yang Susu felt uncomfortable and shook.
"Do not move."
Ning Fan asked Jiang Zhonghai to help the man and start his work.
This was the first time for Ning Fan to do this kind of acupuncture. The workload was relatively large and he had to be very concentrated. Unconsciously, sweat was overflowing on his forehead.
"Xiaofan, why don't you let Yurou come in and help you wipe your sweat?" Jiang Zhonghai said.
"It doesn't matter." Ning Fan wiped the sweat with his sleeve and continued.
An hour later, Yang Susu's back and head were covered with silver needles, but the nine needles hadn't started yet.
Jiang Zhonghai couldn't understand it either, so he simply stopped reading and let Ning Fan figure it out on his own.
Jiang Yurou walked up and down in the corridor outside, constantly looking into the room.
"Girl, please don't leave, I'm feeling dizzy." Mr. Jiang said.
"Aren't I worried about my mother?"
"What's the point of worrying? Whether or not your mother can be rescued depends entirely on Ning Fan."
Jiang Yurou was still anxious and restless.
The sky outside was getting darker and darker, time passed quickly, and finally it was the turn of the Silver Needle.
I saw Ning Fan holding the fine silver needle between his two fingers, and the sharp needle began to emit wisps of white smoke.
Jiang Zhonghai knew that the translucent gas should be Ning Fan's internal power, and that the internal power could be released outward, which meant that Ning Fan had reached the level of a powerful warrior.
But he also saw that Ning Fan's face was a bit paler than before, which was due to the consumption of internal energy.
A warrior's internal strength is very important. Once exhausted, a person will become very weak. It can be said that internal strength is the foundation of a warrior, which is developed bit by bit.
Jiang Zhonghai doesn't know what to say now. He will be grateful after this incident is over.
"I have sealed the remaining acupuncture points so that the cancer cells will not spread everywhere and will be excreted out of the body along with metabolism," Ning Fan said.
"good."
Ning Fan's face would turn a little pale every time he inserted a fine silver needle into it.
When his inner energy was injected into the last fine silver needle, a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of Ning Fan's mouth.
"Xiao Fan?" Jiang Zhonghai's heart tightened. Now Ning Fan's face was frighteningly white.
As the last silver needle was inserted, Ning Fan collapsed on the floor, his whole body soaked with sweat, and said feebly: "Remember to call me in three hours."