Zhao Tiezhu held a set of acupuncture needles belonging to Zhang Tiannan. They had been custom-made with over a dozen different functions. In his hands, the needles seemed to come alive, shimmering incessantly. His fingers were nimble, his choice of acupoints precise, and he inserted them one after another with ease. The most striking thing was how he explained his actions while performing them, moving with effortless mastery.
Feng Jun was stunned. Even as those silver needles pierced his father’s chest, the older man did not show a hint of pain. Moreover, the muscles themselves began to twitch—it was truly bizarre. As he stood there in shock, Feng Ying’s disdainful voice drifted into his ear:
"Humph, all for show. I don’t know where he learned those terms, but he’s just here to fool people! Dad, are you in pain? Don't hold it in—if it hurts, just yell!"
Chapter 78