Qin Yang's lips slightly parted, murmuring softly as extremely faint Spiritual Energy in the air followed the tail of the Silver Needle into Ruan Zhengtian's body.
Zhou Yizhen and the others weren't sure if it was an illusion, but the sixteen Silver Needles seemed particularly bright, as though there was a glow wandering over them.
The faint Spiritual Energy nourished Ruan Zhengtian's injured heart and lungs. Gradually, Ruan Zhengtian's complexion turned rosy, and his closed eyes slowly opened.
After Ruan Zhengtian awoke, Qin Yang finally withdrew the Silver Needles, marking the end of the treatment.
"Grandpa, how do you feel now?"
Ruan Xinxue's eyes were filled with deep concern.
Ruan Zhengtian sat up, feeling an unprecedented ease throughout his body, and the constant pressure on his chest was gone.
"Haha, Grandpa feels breathing is much smoother, and my whole body feels comfortable."
