The three of them simultaneously looked at Zhao Yi's movements, unsure of what to say. Mainly, Zhao Yi's appearance was too good, not like he was being a rogue, and his pulse-checking action was very professional.
Retracting his hand, Zhao Yi walked to the counter of the small shop and took a box of needles from there.
Zhao Yi didn't have his silver needles on him, but these ordinary needles would suffice. He opened them, took out three, and rubbed them between his fingers while a faint glow emanated from the heated needle tips.
"Are you going to..."
Cui Guiying stepped forward, not directly stopping him, but her face showed unease.
Li Weihan held his wife's hand, pulling her back, then stepped forward himself and asked Zhao Yi:
"Young man, do you know how to diagnose illnesses?"
"My surname is Li... cough, don't worry, I'm a friend of Xiao Yuan..."
Aunt Zhang: "Aren't you in acrobatics..."
Zhao Yi: "I've roamed from the south to the north, know some Jianghu tricks."
