The silver needles were precisely inserted into the patient's acupoints.

As one silver needle after another was inserted, the patient's fingertips twitched slightly, and his eyelashes fluttered as he regained consciousness.

Almost the instant the patient regained consciousness, the silver needles that Lin Yang had just inserted into the patient's body began to spin rapidly, so rapidly that no one could detect the trajectory of the silver needles.

It might even make people mistakenly believe that all of this is just their illusion.

"I……"

The patient spoke, his voice was a little hoarse but clear and without any weakness, and his complexion was even rosy and radiant as if he had just had a good night's sleep.

The instant the patient opened their mouth.

The silver needles inserted into the patient's body stopped spinning and then instantly fell out of the patient's body.

It fell directly into the needle box that Lin Yang had prepared in advance.

Not a single detail was missed; not even a single needle was lost.

"This, this is no longer just medical skill, this is a miracle."

The expert, surnamed Yang, murmured, his voice filled with disbelief.

Lin Yang smiled.

"I can't accept that; it's just ordinary silver needle acupuncture."

The expert surnamed Yang gave Lin Yang a complicated look and said in a low voice, "I need to take this patient's pulse."

Other experts also expressed their opinions after hearing this.

"I want one too."

"I want one too."

Lin Yang agreed to all their requests and was not afraid of their inspection.

One expert after another lined up, their faces serious as they waited for the person in front of them to finish their examination before they themselves were examined.

Even Western doctors who weren't very good at pulse diagnosis joined the ranks.

Just to see if Lin Yang's silver needles were really that magical.