But even so, Ling Zhenfei wasn't done yet. The northern spiritual energy in his hands continued to flow into him. With the strong input of spiritual energy, Han Ge's body kept twitching as if in great pain.
Ling Zhenfei's lip curled into a faint smile, as if this change delighted him. Suddenly, without any warning, he pulled the silver needle out.
Han Ge seemed to be stimulated by something and suddenly opened his eyes, his body nearly sitting up from the bed. Ling Zhenfei hurriedly pressed him back down.
Han Ge widened his eyes, looking at Ling Zhenfei and He Lingxiu. Although he couldn't speak, he was clearly considering who they were.
Ling Zhenfei whispered, "Please don't move, we're treating you."
He Lingxiu smoothed over the tense muscles of Han Ge's body due to his nervousness, and finally, Han Ge calmed down.
He lay back on the bed gently, his head suspended due to the many silver needles inserted in it, looking very uncomfortable.
