For a good five or six minutes, Ye Luo's expression was solemn, waving the Silver Needle continuously as it danced over Lin Tianhai's right leg, and as Ye Luo kept inserting needles.
His withered, skinny right leg miraculously began to recover, regaining color, and the withered areas plumped up with vitality as if a dying seedling had been revived by the nourishment of rain.
"I can feel it, I can actually feel it now!"
Lin Tianhai suddenly cried out, his eyes showing a hint of joy, appearing somewhat incredulous.
At this moment, Lin Xiaoyan and Du Huixian also came out of the kitchen carrying dishes, and upon hearing Lin Tianhai's cry, they hurried over.
"Dad, what did you just say?"
Lin Xiaoyan looked at Lin Tianhai and asked eagerly, her face full of anticipation.
"I said my calf, which had been numb before, now actually feels sensation, it has feeling."