The results spoke for themselves.
The Golden Needle in Zhao Yuan's hand was unerring. With little effort, he extracted all the blood clots blocking Feng Ming's femoral artery. What's more, he often inserted the needle at the center point between several clots, achieving the greatest therapeutic effect with the least amount of trauma.
The wounds from the Golden Needle were minuscule. Soon after a clot was removed, the puncture sites would repair themselves and stop bleeding.
At the same time, following Zhao Yuan's instructions, Deng Chang began to suture Feng Ming's wound.
At this moment, he finally showcased his skill as a surgeon. With the help of the surgical Divine Artifact, he sutured the wound beautifully. Even he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, 'What's gotten into me today? I'm performing beyond my limits! Of all the wounds I've ever stitched, this is the most perfect one!'
Just as he finished suturing the wound, Zhao Yuan was done as well.
