Even though Leng ruoxue's words were said with great patience, the head butler of the city Lord's residence still had a frown on his face. He looked very hesitant as he looked at the giant silver needle in Leng ruoxue's hand, then at the city Lord who was lying on the bed like a half-dead man. The head butler was in a dilemma.
The head butler didn't know if he should believe the words of this ordinary woman in front of him. He kept feeling that this woman's words were so unreliable. Would the city Lord be able to withstand such thick silver needles?
Just as the head butler was hesitating and could not make up his mind, Leng ruoxue struck while the iron was hot,""Head butler, look at your city Lord's appearance, what are you afraid of? Even if I can't cure the city Lord of Chuan city, the result will be worse than now! I suggest you give it a try. My silver needle technique is quite amazing. "
