C74 The Magical Ruler
After using several packs of wet wipes, the pus on the elder's back was finally cleaned off.
Zhang Zhen glanced at Elder Zhou's back and noticed that the rash had cracked open.
He nodded, his hands moving deftly as he brushed the silver needles on Elder Zhou's back. With a gentle sweep, all the needles neatly returned to Zhang Zhen's grasp.
The elder's pain had significantly subsided
