After about ten minutes, the injured person's forehead gradually lost its heat.
Under the shocked gaze of everyone, he slowly opened his eyes.
"He's awake! He's really awake!"
"Oh my God! This is a miracle doctor!"
Everyone looked at Yang Cheng with shock and admiration, as they all thought Erqiang was a goner, but he was actually saved.
Yang Cheng put away the Silver Needle, waved his hand in front of Erqiang's eyes, and said softly, "Can you see clearly? Does your head still hurt?"
"No... it doesn't hurt anymore, but my leg hurts a lot."
"Don't worry, your leg is just fractured. Later I'll set it, and after some rest at home, you'll be fine."
After Yang Cheng finished speaking, he turned to look at the couple over there. They were no longer struggling, their faces ashen, filled with guilt and fear.
"Your name is Erqiang, right?"
Yang Cheng asked.
He nodded, his gaze also turned toward the couple, filled with confusion and incomprehension.
