Having replaced the Golden Needle back into the cloth bag, Zhao Tiezhu said to the old man, "The treatment is now over; please get up and move around to see if there's any discomfort remaining!"
After hearing this, the old man nodded, stood up without any hesitation, and just as he got to his feet, he spat out a mouthful of black blood.
If Zhao Tiezhu hadn't been so agile, he would have been drenched in the black blood.
The sudden spitting of black blood by the old man shocked everyone present.
Their gazes towards Zhao Tiezhu were suddenly filled with anger.
Just as they were about to step forward and question him, the old man waved his hands, motioning for everyone to stand still.
Then he himself carefully started to move.
After a bit of activity, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Divine Doctor, truly a Divine Doctor!" he exclaimed in surprise.