Five minutes later, he quickly removed the needles and the person got up and dashed in the direction Luo Qiao had pointed, clutching his stomach and bending over, giving everyone the impression that he could hardly hold it in anymore.
Everyone's gaze followed him, having clearly seen the condition he was in when he arrived, but now he was able to jog out, which of course didn't mean he was completely cured. It wasn't possible for him to be pain-free instantly; it was just within a bearable range.
Being able to alleviate the condition to this extent was already unbelievable, and someone asked, "Why is he running?"
Luo Qiao, who was disinfecting the Silver Needle, said lightly, "If he didn't run, we wouldn't need to have this meeting today."
The man asked puzzledly, "What do you mean?"
Luo Qiao smiled, "You'll find out soon."
A dozen minutes later, the man returned, his excitement indescribable, repeatedly saying, "Thank you, thank you."