For the nine needles, if they are small, they will have no inside, and if they are large, they will have no outside. The deep ones cannot be used as downwards, and the high ones cannot be used as covers. The trance is endless, and the overflow is endless... This is the teaching of the ancient saints. Doctors, when needles rise and fall, are they hanging pots to help the world? Or is the murder invisible? Is it evil for a famous doctor to travel from one world to another, holding nine needles? Is it good?
This novel is okay
This book is okay
The chapter ends too hastily