Upon seeing Long Yue open her eyes, the flamboyant man asked eagerly, "How is it?"
"Your master suffered a stroke, causing bleeding in the brain, forming a clot. Normally, with such a long delay, it would be hopeless, but your master is still holding on, which means he might be saved!"
Long Yue spoke these words, feeling equally shocked.
It's usually a matter of treating a stroke swiftly, but for someone like the Master Yuheng to survive this long is certainly surprising.
The people of Tianxing Pavilion, indeed seem different.
"Then, can he be treated?"
The flamboyant man appeared quite tense.
Long Yue replied, "I'll try. We need to use Silver Needles to extract the blood clot from his brain."
Silver Needles?
The flamboyant man was stunned, "How will you do that?"
