Qin Chuan strained his neck to turn, opened his mouth, but could only gasp out Qin Lang's name before gasping for breath and feeling his eyelids growing heavy, as if he were about to faint.,Despite now only having the cultivation level of a mere mortal, Qin Lang, relying on his one-time Immortal Venerable's sharp eyesight and experience, immediately discerned Qin Chuan's situation.,Qin Lang then turned his head to look at the doctors who were all helpless, and said in a deep voice: "My father is still salvageable. Silver needles, quickly, give me a box of silver needles!"。