Soon, Zhan Lichuan went into a 'deep sleep.'
When she heard the other person's slow and steady breathing, Jing Qian suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to thank Zhan Lichuan for what he did just now.
As he breathed in the faint fragrant that was mixed with the smell from the sedating drugs, Zhan Lichuan had a question in mind.
The reason why he had never been sedated was that he had been born insensitive to all sorts of anesthetics. Even when he was undergoing surgery, he had to bear it by himself. It wasn't that this fragrant wasn't strong enough. In fact, the sedating effect of this fragrance was really powerful.
But why was it that Jing Qian wasn't affected? How was it possible that she could do acupuncture on him without using any protective equipment?
Jing Qian habitually flipped Zhan Lichuan onto his front, and then, he could feel a long needle piercing into his head and neck.
Then, a familiar feeling appeared once again.
