If Madam Qu was put on the operating table, she might not be able to survive.
However, Madam Qu's illness was not incurable. It was just a little exhausting to treat. Chen Meng'er looked at the best treatment plan given by her mutated brain. Then, she pondered over it for a while before she took out the needle box containing the golden needles from her bag.
Inside the needle box, there were rows and rows of golden needles of different lengths. Chen Meng'er first picked up the shortest golden needle and stabbed it into Madam Qu's chest and the acupuncture point on the side of her heart.
Chen Meng'er was not slow in inserting the needles. As Chen Meng'er moved, the number of golden needles in the needle box decreased. As the number of golden needles in the needle box decreased, Chen Meng'er's face also became pale, a thin layer of sweat also appeared on her forehead.
