These five minutes felt like an eternity to Mo Qian. When Zhuang Xian's hands stopped moving, his forehead was already covered in sweat.
He immediately turned his head to look at Zhuang Xian, only to see the girl wipe her hands with a white gauze before looking back at him.
"Next up is acupuncture. Before that, you should drink some Chinese medicine! I'll help you." As Zhuang Xian spoke, she stood up and stepped toward Mo Qian's side. She bent over and held Mo Qian's arms with her hands. With a slight force, she helped Mo Qian up.
Mo Qian sat up with the help of the force. When he looked up, he only saw the girl's crystal white face, chin, and slightly pale lips.
Mo Qian took the thermos cup that Zhuang Xian handed over. As he looked at the faint steam from it, a question slowly came to his mind.
