Bai Wutong tried her best to distract Chu Tianbao. After two hours, when Gu Zhongxun pulled out the silver needles, the two of them were already sweating profusely.
Bai Wutong used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off Chu Tianbao's forehead. Gu Zhongxun took his pulse again.
After a while, Gu Zhongxun smiled and said, "The blood clot in Master Chu's brain has cleared up a little."
Bai Wutong asked Chu Tianbao, "Do you feel better?"
Chu Tianbao touched his forehead as if nothing had happened. "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Bai Wutong asked, "Did you remember anything?"
The blurry face of a woman in white flashed across Chu Tianbao's mind. Suddenly, he held his head and felt a sharp pain.
Bai Wutong looked at Gu Zhongxun and asked anxiously, "Why is he suddenly in pain again?"
