"Is that even possible? Getting this from a simple fall?"
After the initial fear subsided, Yu Yan's first reaction was disbelief. He immediately retorted, "Are you just making up excuses? Even if there is a blood clot, do you really think you can fix it by sticking in a couple of needles?"
Although Yu Yan was a scoundrel, his words voiced what everyone else was thinking. It wasn't just the villagers; Li Dayu and even Peng Qing felt the same way.
All eyes turned to Wang Jian, searching the young man's face for a flicker of panic that would prove their own assumptions correct. After all, the idea of resolving a blood clot with acupuncture sounded utterly incomprehensible. So, no one believed him.
But they noticed that Wang Jian's expression remained perfectly calm. This young man was completely confident, not wavering in the slightest despite Yu Yan's words.
"You're right, a couple of needles won't cure it," Wang Jian said simply, baffling everyone.
