The ward quickly quieted down, and Ye Feng slowly exhaled, trying to calm his heart as much as possible.
Meanwhile, Hong Tianming had already helped Hong Zhenguo to his feet.
Ye Feng pinched the needle, his gaze sharp as a knife, and with a whoosh, he thrust a needle into Hong Zhenguo's Heaven Gate acupuncture point.
Watching from the side, Luo Keque was caught off guard and almost let out a cry of alarm.
"Good heavens, that's the Heaven Gate point—that's not something to mess around with. A slight inattention could result in a fatality. Goodness, this young man is actually..."
Luo Keque couldn't help but sigh inwardly, but he soon realized that the other's needle technique was very skilled, straightforward and confident, and the accuracy in finding the acupuncture point was extremely precise.
"This technique..."