It wasn't just Mrs. Zhao. Even Li Dayu, who had witnessed the horrors of Gu Poison, took a silent step back, feeling physically and psychologically disturbed. Zhao Guozhi and Li Shuang were even more shaken, feeling a wave of nausea. Zhao Guozhi truly hadn't expected to see such a sight beneath the clothing.
This is too horrifying, Li Shuang muttered to himself, guessing he would have nightmares tonight.
Everyone present felt a chill, except for Wang Jian. He merely furrowed his brow, his eyes and hands never leaving the task before him.
Just as Zhao Guozhi and the others stood there puzzled, Wang Jian's hand moved. He spread open the needle pack Li Shuang had passed him and plucked out a soft, palm-length needle, the kind long enough to pass completely through a person's thigh.
"What is this for?" Zhao Guozhi felt uneasy just looking at the needle. He couldn't bear to watch the writhing under the skin, so he kept his eyes fixed on Wang Jian. "Is this Acupuncture?"
