At some point, an old man with silver hair appeared among the crowd.

The old man looked at Chen Yang's method of applying needles and his eyes lit up.

Ten minutes later, Chen Yang pulled out all the silver needles.

And the boy opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, the onlookers suddenly spontaneously applauded.

"This Taoist priest is so amazing."

"The saint's hand is kind and kind!"

"No matter whether this Taoist priest is powerful or not, just in the situation just now, if he can stand up and save people, his kindness is worthy of respect."

"Master Taoist, which Taoist temple do you usually stay in? I will go to see you if I am sick in the future."

Someone asked.

Chen Yang smiled slightly, but no answer.

This is the place where someone’s house has a cottage. If he advertises himself, it would be a bit too much.

He said, "Everyone, I didn't save this child alone. If I hadn't provided medicinal materials by the little pharmacist Zhongcaotang, I even knew how to save it, and I wouldn't be able to save it."

The big boy's face was a little red.

He just provided medicinal materials and did nothing else. He was praised for nothing and felt a little shy.

"It's really good to be arrogant or impatient." The old man secretly admired in his heart.

He came over and was about to say a few words to Chen Yang, when the big boy said, "Master."

"Doctor Han is back."
Chapter completed!