In the blink of an eye, four needles were already jabbed into the old man.
"Wait… Did I just hit the median nerve wrong?" Cold sweat broke out across Eric's body, soaking his back.
He yanked his hand back from the fifth needle, stunned. He'd trained with his first master in the mountains for over a decade, mastering the Acupuncture technique.
Since then, he'd never slipped up—not once. How could he botch something as basic as a wrist insertion point now?
He knew all thirteen points like the back of his hand. Blindfolded, he could hit them perfectly—depth, position, angle, everything. A rookie mistake like this? Impossible.
It's just nerves… Eric forced himself to calm down. His shaky left hand wasn't cutting it, so he switched to his right. This time, he slowed way down for the fifth needle, aiming for the peroneal nerve near the ankle. No flashy moves—just a steady, honest jab.
"Phew!"
The needle went in fine.
