"This sixth patient poses somewhat of a challenge for Needle Master Ding.
I have encountered similar patients before.
It's a strange illness known as the human-faced sore."
Xiao Chen said.
"Human-faced sore? How could such a disease exist in the world."
Needle Master Ding retorted angrily.
"Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
Xiao Chen applied needles to the patient's abdomen.
Unexpectedly, a human face gradually emerged on the abdomen.
It startled everyone present.
"Treating the human-faced sore is actually quite simple.
Cutting off its vitality is enough.
However, the needle insertion must be extremely careful.
Because a slight mistake.
Could fail to stop the sore.
And instead, harm the patient."
As Xiao Chen spoke, he treated the patient.
He described it as difficult.
But executed it with ease.
The crowd erupted into cheers.
Needle Master Ding remained silent.
By now, he was already pale.
The sixth patient, too, was healed.
