After a simple sterilization process, the silver needles were inserted into the bodies of other injured people waiting for treatment. Modern sterilization technology was highly mature, and Qi Blood inherently possessed bactericidal properties anyway, making any bacterial infection impossible. Bai Ziqing hadn't even pulled the silver needles out of his own body.
SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH!
The speed of the Daoist disciples was incredibly fast. In less than a second, the second batch of wounded had already received treatment.
"Eldest Brother, can your body hold up?" a disciple asked, his brow furrowed. Forcibly running the Life-Crossing Combat Art at this level of intensity was practically a death sentence. No matter how strong their Eldest Brother was, he had to be in immense pain.
"I'm fine... PFFT... I'm fine..." The moment Bai Ziqing finished speaking, he spat out a small mouthful of fresh blood.
