Qingshan took out the long needle, took a deep breath, concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, and inserted it into the Satan Tianmen acupoint.
Satan shuddered and tried to turn his head, but Qingshan patted him lightly on the head, and he lay down again, enduring the pain.
While twisting the long needle, Qingshan controlled his spiritual power and tried his best to imitate the flickering frequency of the flashing spot, flashing along with the rhythm of Satan's acupuncture points.
The light spot at the Tianmen acupoint was really driven by spiritual power little by little, like a ignited green spark.
“Woof!”
Satan felt a warm sensation at the back of his head and cried out in surprise.
"Don't move, there are still five!"
Qingshan followed suit and lit the remaining five small sparks one by one. Then he retracted the long needle, let out a long sigh, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Qingshan used X-ray vision to check Satan's body again. Its heart had returned to normal beating speed, and blood was flowing in its body, full of vital power.
Qingshan nodded. Fortunately, it seemed that the dog would be able to recover to its peak condition in the future, or even surpass it. His efforts for so long were not in vain.
Satan went from half-lying to squatting, and with the height of the coffee table, he was level with Qingshan. The hair on Satan's neck was originally very long, hanging down and stacked in an inverted triangle on his chest. Qingshan had it all shaved off, making him look thinner than before, but still majestic.
Qingshan couldn't help but reach out and pat its big head again, and suddenly stopped: Uh, I think this is how I patted Luo Wenyu's head - hehe.
Qingshan was about to take out his phone to take a picture of the big black wolfdog to show Luo Wenyuan when there was a knock on the door:
"Master, can I come in?"
"Well, come in!"
As soon as Zhan Feng entered the room, he saw Satan squatting on the coffee table and exclaimed in surprise:
"Master, you, you cured it so quickly?"
Zhan Feng saw how miserable Satan was when he was carried into the lounge. But in less than an hour, he was so majestic again. Did the master give him some magic pill?
"Master, the martial arts fight is about to begin, do you want to watch?"
Qingshan nodded and said that he came to Jiuzun today just to accompany his disciple to watch boxing.
"Let's go."
Qingshan turned and walked towards the door, but as soon as she moved, Satan jumped down from the coffee table and followed Qingshan closely.
The wolfhound, which originally walked on four legs, now only had two and a half legs touching the ground. Its right hind leg was restrained by a bamboo board and was half suspended in the air, while its left front leg could only touch the ground with the toes. It looked very funny, but it did not affect Satan's speed at all.
Qingshan turned around and comforted Satan: "Don't go out, rest here well, I will pick you up later!"
Qingshan walked out the door again, but Satan seemed determined to stay with Qingshan. Qingshan couldn't persuade him, so he had to bring the strange-looking Satan and Zhan Feng to the arena.
The arena has now been restored to a huge flat circular venue, with a standard boxing ring in the middle and many comfortable sofas around it. Some of the sofas are already occupied, and people are carefully studying the boxer's introduction, waiting for the start of the game.
Qingshan and the others were still sitting in the same place, but unfortunately the seat next to them was still Lang Wenzhe's. Qingshan rolled his eyes in his heart, put on a faint smile, and followed the waiter to sit down.
Lang Wenzhe got goosebumps when he saw Satan following Qingshan. What was going on? Could this be Satan's spirit in heaven, still grieving after his death?
"Senior, this... this..."
Lang Wenzhe pointed at Satan and asked Qingshan in a trembling voice.
"What's this, what's that?"
Lang Wenzhe was so scared that he almost peed himself: Oh my god, could it be that she can't see? This can't be so weird!
"Senior, the dog behind you..."
Qingshan chuckled, "Mr. Lang, you're really forgetful. How could you forget me so quickly?"
"Satan?"
Qingshan smiled and nodded.
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