"Nephew Yaan, what's wrong, do you know that kid?"
Luu Zhengxiong gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with rage, wishing to tear apart the culprit who had turned his son into such a state!
"No, I don't know him." Yaan Jingfeng shook his head with a faint smile, "Uncle Luu, please rest assured, Shaocong was only sealed on a few acupoints with the Supreme Mysterious Sealing Needle. Even without treatment, he will recover in three days."
"Then can you treat him, Nephew?"
Looking at his son lying on the bed, hanging by a thread, Luu Zhengxiong was in no mood to let him suffer for another three days.
"Fortunately, the person didn't take a heavy hand, I will give it a try."
Yaan Jingfeng took a deep breath, sat by the bedside, took out a Golden Needle, and instructed Luu Shaocong on the bed, "Shaocong, it might hurt a little in a while, bear with it."
"I... I'll try my best." Luu Shaocong gritted his teeth, knowing that as long as he could recover, he had to endure the pain.
