Upon Yin Tian's arrival, all the doctors in the room turned their gaze upon him.
Although they were reluctant to admit it, at this moment, Yin Tian clearly bore all their hopes.
If Yin Tian was also helpless, they might really have to be buried along with Queen Eliza!
"Tian... Please save my grandmother!"
William looked at Yin Tian, almost begging.
"Don't worry."
Yin Tian stepped forward to Queen Eliza's side, squatted down, and began examining her body.
At this time Queen Eliza's face was as pale as golden paper, and her breathing was so weak it was almost imperceptible.
"How is it? How's my grandmother doing?"
William asked anxiously.
Yin Tian waved his hand, signaling William to stay silent.
Then he reached into his bosom and pulled out one silver needle after another; with a speed almost invisible to the naked eye, he placed each needle into Queen Eliza's body.
One after another, the silver needles were inserted.