Capítulo 165: Chapter 165: Silver Needle

As he spoke, the old man's son exited the hospital room, and the door of Room 205 closed once more.

All that mattered to him was that they were still treating his father—even if it meant sacrificing his own life.

After the old man's son had left the room, Zhao Tiezhu picked up the Golden Needle again and resumed applying the acupuncture to the elderly patient.

With each Golden Needle that punctured the old man's flesh, Zhao Tiezhu's initially expressionless face gradually became covered in sweat, betraying a hint of fatigue.

It was at this moment that Zhao Tiezhu suddenly stopped the acupuncture. He looked at the old man's face, a trace of regret flashing across his own.

But that regret was fleeting, as if it had never been there at all.

Observing the old man now covered in silver needles, Zhao Tiezhu abruptly turned his head and said to Xiaoting, "Go, get me another set of silver needles immediately—remember, silver needles, not golden ones!"