Lin Fan walked to the bedside, ready to take action. He decided to intervene firstly because the patient's family requested him, and secondly because he didn't want this traditional medicine shop to face trouble, which might affect his search for Li Zixia.
For someone with top-tier medical skills like him, saving the white man wasn't difficult—it was just a matter of convenience.
At this point, Master Xiao Ye had no choice but to step aside and give Lin Fan space. His cooperation came from admitting his own helplessness, and he agreed with Lin Fan's earlier statement. Indeed, this white man couldn't make it to the hospital. From this perspective, this young man had some ability, perhaps it was worth letting him try.
Lin Fan approached the bedside, flipping his hand to take out three silver needles, inserting one into the white man's brow, and the other two into two crucial acupuncture points.
