Tan Rou's heart ached for Tao Qi, but at this moment, she had to force herself to calm down and show her professionalism. She couldn't be affected by her personal feelings. Otherwise, if she hesitated when inserting the needle, it would be easy to make mistakes.
Tan Rou looked at the acupuncture point and made a quick decision. She quickly inserted several silver needles into Tao Qi's head and arm.
Tao Zheng's brow furrowed, his heart uneasy.
Acupuncture was the specialty of Chinese medicine. The knowledge was profound. Tan Rou's acupuncture must not cause any problems. However, there were no patterns or orders to how she was inserting the needle. Would this actually work?
Tao Qi cried so hard that he was almost out of breath. In his daze, he felt that he might die from Tan Rou's acupuncture instead of his illness.
