Zhu Quanxin looked up, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Oh? Is that so?" he asked, skeptical. "Using acupuncture to remove a bone stuck in the throat... That kind of skill isn't something an ordinary acupuncturist can do. Are you sure you saw it clearly? It wasn't some coincidence or a trick?"
"It's absolutely true!" Xie Ping said with conviction. "The news is all over the hospital now. Many people saw it with their own eyes. They're all saying that young doctor is practically a miracle worker."
"Hmm..." Zhu Quanxin mused for a moment, then nodded. "If this is true, then this young doctor indeed possesses a rare skill. He's someone with real ability."
A flicker of curiosity also rose within him.
As an old TCM doctor who had been immersed in the art of acupuncture for over forty years, he knew the profound depth of this skill. He also knew better than anyone how incredibly difficult it was to reach the near-legendary realm of "retrieving objects with flying needles."
