"Heh," Ye Chenfeng smiled faintly, "I just stuck a needle in you. Aren't you supposed to be the incredible traditional Chinese doctors from the tales? Is this little problem really too difficult for you?"
Behind Ye Chenfeng, Lin Qingzhu suddenly felt the urge to laugh. The people of the Medical Spirit Hall were always so arrogant, but today, they were being led by the nose by Ye Chenfeng.
Clearly, Ye Chenfeng was making things difficult for these traditional doctors on purpose, and he was using this method to do it.
"Ah, it hurts! Teacher, why do I feel like my body is being bitten by thousands of insects?"
Suddenly, Wang De felt as if countless tiny insects were tearing through his limbs and organs, biting at them. The piercing pain and the numbing sensation almost made him faint, but he was unable to move at all. He could only endure the pain stoically, his face red and somewhat distorted, as if he were a smoker craving a cigarette.