The ward quickly quieted down, and Ye Feng slowly exhaled, trying to calm his heart as much as possible.

    Meanwhile, Hong Tianming had already helped Hong Zhenguo to his feet.

    Ye Feng pinched the needle, his gaze sharp as a knife, and with a whoosh, he thrust a needle into Hong Zhenguo’s Heaven Gate acupuncture point.

    Watching from the side, Luo Keque was caught off guard and almost let out a cry of alarm.

    "Good heavens, that’s the Heaven Gate point—that’s not something to mess around with. A slight inattention could result in a fatality. Goodness, this young man is actually..."

    Luo Keque couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, but he soon realized that the other’s needle technique was very skilled, straightforward and confident, and the accuracy in finding the acupuncture point was extremely precise.

    "This technique..."

    Luo Keque couldn’t help but muse to himself, "This kind of technique, I remember seeing it twenty years ago on a peerless divine doctor in the Valley of the Medicine King, but back then, even that doctor seemed hesitant to insert needles into a patient’s Heaven Gate point so casually!"

    While Luo Keque’s thoughts ran wild, Ye Feng had already swiftly inserted a dozen more needles; soon Hong Zhenguo’s head, shoulders, and even his face and both the front and back of his chest were densely filled with needles.

    The more Luo Keque watched, the more he furrowed his brow, because this method of needling was completely unheard of and unseen by him before. Despite his reluctance to admit it, he could see the extraordinariness in the other’s needle technique alone.

    Luo Keque admitted to himself that he had not yet reached such a level, and in fact, was far from it!

    At that moment, it seemed Ye Feng had finished inserting the needles, and he exhaled lightly, casually wiping the sweat from his face.

    Following that, Ye Feng exhaled and shouted, and white vapor suddenly surged from the palm of his hand, faint, and completely unclear from Hong Tianming’s angle.

    But Luo Keque had the perfect angle to see it clearly; as soon as he saw the white vapor escaping from Ye Feng’s palm, he was completely shocked, a thick look of astonishment spreading across his face.

    "This is... this is qi leaving the body! He’s a Great Grandmaster, an actual Grandmaster of Inner Force, and moreover, a High-Level Grandmaster!"

    Luo Keque trembled with excitement, his mind exclaiming, "My goodness, this young man seated in a wheelchair, even with disabled legs, is actually a Grandmaster, and furthermore, a High-Level Grandmaster. How could this be possible!"

    If it weren’t for the inappropriateness of the setting, Luo Keque might have cried out in shock.

    After completing these tasks, Ye Feng finally took a deep breath, his face drenched in sweat and his whole body appearing somewhat weakened.

    The consecutive needling, especially the use of the Phoenix Returns to Heaven Formation Technique, had drained a great deal of his Inner Strength.

    Luo Keque, looking as if in a trance, said, "It was forced out. The Gu insect was actually forced out. Truly, it is the Phoenix Returns to Heaven Formation from the ancient legends, known as one of the Three Great Needles of the Ancients."

    "The Three Great Needles of the Ancients are indeed formidable," he continued, "but the complexity of using the Needle Flicking Technique is not minor. At the very least, one must be a Great Grandmaster and cultivate Inner Strength. That threshold is not commonly surmounted!"

    At this point, Ye Feng waved his hand and said, "It’s fine now, lay him down. Old Man Hong is out of life-threatening danger."

    Hong Tianming hadn’t yet gathered his wits; he was an outsider. It is said that the hustle and bustle is for outsiders, while those on the inside watch the path. He couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation and within one or two minutes, the treatment was over.

    "That’s it? What about my father?" Hong Tianming couldn’t help but ask.

    "He is no longer in serious danger," Ye Feng stated. "In the coming period, he must rest quietly. He has lost a great deal of Life Essence, fortunately, he had a strong constitution to begin with. With proper rest, he should be able to return to a normal state."

    Ye Feng put away the Silver Needle and then slowly maneuvered his wheelchair to face the other way.

    Thump...

    For Luo Keque, it came without warning; he kneeled down abruptly, rigidly kneeling before Ye Feng.

    "Greetings, Divine Doctor Ye," he said, intensely moved and utterly sincere. "Just now I was blind to the greatness before me, failing to recognize your true worth, Divine Doctor. I implore your forgiveness for my earlier disrespect."

    "Enough, get up and speak," Ye Feng gestured.

    "Yes, Divine Doctor Ye!" Luo Keque then stood up.

    Ye Feng looked at him and asked, "Did you see anything from the Needle Technique just now, and what have you learned?"

    On hearing this, Luo Keque was utterly dumbfounded as he had been far too absorbed in astonishment to keep his mind on learning.

    It seemed that Ye Feng had anticipated this reaction and chuckled, "Nevermind, this Needle Technique has exceedingly high requirements. Even if you remembered the gist, without Inner Strength, you would still be unable to perform it."

    So Luo Keque simply nodded incessantly, bending halfway at the waist in front of Ye Feng like a novice disciple listening to his master’s reprimand.