Gu Qiqi couldn't help but look at the small body on the operating table.
He was so weak and skinny that he didn't look like that energetic little boy anymore.
A strong heartache filled her chest.
She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they were filled with determination!
Who said that doctors couldn't operate on their own children?
With the conviction of her having to succeed for her child to wake up, she had to do her best to save the boy. Apart from her, no one else in this era had the skill of allowing blood to flow from his acupuncture points.
Thus, she had to do well.
She took a deep breath and her hands stopped trembling.
The silver needle was lifted and then it landed!
Gu Qiqi's hand gestures were neat and beautiful. She pierced through the little boy's vital acupoints and pulled the needles out one by one.
Beads of blood appeared.
She carefully used cotton to absorb the blood.
