Ye Xuan's rough technique had everyone present alarmed and anxious.
Their hearts were pounding uncontrollably, terrified that Ye Xuan might inadvertently harm Old Jiang's frail body!
However, they forcibly suppressed the urge to interrupt and remained on-site to continue watching.
When Ye Xuan poured the medicinal wine into Old Jiang's mouth and laid his head back on the pillow, the sleeping elder smacked his lips and a look of relishing appeared on his face.
"Good wine! I've never had such good wine before, it's like erguotou, but even better than erguotou."
Suddenly, the muttered words from Old Jiang's mouth left the crowd speechless.
He's asleep and he still knows what he's drinking? The old man sure is particular!
After feeding Old Jiang the medicinal wine, Ye Xuan didn't idle about, pulling out a set of silver needles from his pocket. He then took out a lighter and burned each one in turn to sterilize them.
Seeing this, everyone twitched at the corners of their mouths.
