Doctor Lin looked over. The person who had stopped him was Qin Chuan.
Doctor Lin pursed his lips and did not speak. Since the patient had agreed, it was useless for him to say anything as a doctor.
Doctor Lin watched as Qiao Nian skillfully removed the silver needles from Qin Chuan's head. Her movements were very natural, just like Doctor Zhao's acupuncture technique in their hospital. No, to be precise, Qiao Nian's technique was even more natural than Doctor Zhao's.
Doctor Zhao came from a Chinese medicine family and had studied Chinese medicine since he was young. Now that he was in Chinese medicine, many people regarded him as a divine doctor, especially when it came to acupuncture. His acupuncture skills were second in the country, but no one dared to claim the first place.
Miss Qiao's acupuncture skills far exceeded Doctor Zhao's. Miss Qiao looked to be in her early twenties, but Doctor Zhao was already in his forties.
