The Divine Mistress Physician Shows Mercy with Her Needles

"Let go!" said a teenage boy beside Chen Mengtian's ears. His voice was raspy because he was going through a voice change.

When she heard this unfamiliar voice, she held the item in her hands even tighter. 

Water! She was surrounded by water. 

She fell into the sea and drowned. No one saved her. 

Just when she felt Death calling to her and sensed her life flowing from her body, the raspy voice beside her ears caused her mind to become a little clearer. 

This was the voice of a teenage boy going through a voice change. It might be raspy, but it was really pleasant to Chen Mengtian. 

She felt like she was holding onto salvation, and it was helping her not to drown. 

She held onto the item in her hands with all her strength and swam toward the shore to the best of her ability. 

But in truth, Chen Mengtian was just lying in bed and squirming around. 

She thought that she was surrounded by water and tried her best not to let it get over her face so that she would not have to face the despair of sinking. 

Despite that, she was still holding onto the arm of the teenage boy who was sitting at the edge of the bed. 

The boy's young face was aloof and distant, and he wore a faded black robe. 

The clear lines of his smooth and pale face made him appear cold and handsome. His dark and profound eyes shone with an indifferent light. 

If anyone got near him, they could sense that the teenager was radiating an air of displeasure. 

Chen Mengtian gripped the boy's arm so tightly that it was about to get snapped. 

The boy narrowed his long and hooded eyes. His cold gaze landed on Chen Mengtian, who still lay in bed and was subconsciously holding onto his arm with all her strength. 

His gaze could not be considered cordial, but he did not show ill will. He was just unhappy. 

Standing beside him was a woman in an old linen dress. Once she saw that Jiang Zebei's arm was held so tight that his blood circulation was about to be cut off and there were even traces of blood on his sleeve, she walked forward and slapped the person in bed.

Slap!

The middle-aged woman was Madam Chen, and she slapped Chen Mengtian's face. 

The boy sitting at the edge of the bed remained unmoved at the sight of it. His expression did not change, either. It was as if he saw nothing. 

But he did not fling Chen Mengtian's hand away. 

'It hurts! My face hurts!'

Chen Mengtian's thick and long eyelashes fluttered a little. She summoned all her strength to open her bleary eyes, but she only managed to open them midway, and while her vision remained blurry, she saw the contours of the things around her. 

She was no longer surrounded by seawater. With watery eyes, she saw the general outline of the area around her. 

Everything around her was unfamiliar, and the furniture was not made with exquisite craftsmanship. 

There was also a blurry figure sitting beside her. She could somewhat tell that it belonged to a man. 

The person standing beside her was a woman. 

Chen Mengtian reached out to point at them after letting go of the boy's arm. 

"Y-You saved me?"

Before they could react to her words, she felt a sharp stab of pain in her brain and shut her eyes again. 

She could not stay awake. 

When Madam Chen saw that she had fainted, she sighed in relief. 

Madam Chen remembered how ferocious and unreasonable this girl was, so she knew that the girl would definitely cause a major ruckus if she knew that Madam Chen had hit her. 

Yet when she fainted, Madam Chen had no joy on her face. Worry even painted her ancient face. 

She looked at Jiang Zebei and said softly, "Zebei, I'll take care of Mrs. Jiang. Since she woke up, she'll be fine. Go to school, don't be late for your lessons."

Jiang Zebei cast a glance at his bleeding arm. His black robe had already been dyed crimson, and a dark patch had formed on his sleeve.