Qin Xi's Ice Soul Silver Needles inserted into the acupoint on the child's head. With a wave of her hand, the silver needles on the child's head buzzed and vibrated. Under everyone's shocked and confused looks, she casually drew something on the child's lungs.
Qin Xi cast a poison-removal talisman into the little girl's lungs. When she was done, she checked her pulse again and felt an extremely weak pulse. Only then did she heave a sigh of relief.
Although the child had been suffocated for a long time, after Qin Xi performed acupuncture with the Ice Soul Silver Needles she just bought, the child was barely pulled back from the gates of hell.
"Doctor, how is it? Can my daughter be saved?"
The mother, who had already collapsed to the ground, looked at Qin Xi hopefully and asked worriedly. She was afraid of hearing bad news and bit her lower lip nervously.