As Xia Xibei worked, Qiao Yanjue slowly relaxed, and his face looked much better.
Soon, his face began to turn red, so red that it seemed to drip blood. Then it turned purple, and quickly turned black, looking really horrible.
Xia Xibei's hands kept moving. One by one, the silver needles pierced his chest.
If someone was here, they would have noticed that the silver needles were not in a disorderly manner, but were put into a pattern.
Finally, the silver needles circled around Qiao Yanjue's navel to form a circle.
When the silver needles were lined up, a part of the skin under Qiao Yanjue's heart suddenly rose up, as if there was something underneath.
Then, something small followed the path lined up by the silver needles and began to move forward.
Finally, the small thing reached the navel and stopped moving.
Xia Xibei dropped a few more silver needles and the bump went down, as if all the previous weirdness was an illusion.
