Zhao Guoliang was weak and gasping for breath, time could not be wasted.
Zhang Xiaowei couldn't bother to deal with the young doctor anymore.
"Xiaowei, are you really confident?"
Zhao Ruohui, who had been crying tearfully, heard what Zhang Xiaowei said and immediately stopped crying to step forward and ask.
"Sis, just watch from the side."
On the contrary, Zhao Ruolan trusted Zhang Xiaowei, and she quickly pulled her sister to the back.
Zhang Xiaowei immediately helped Zhao Guoliang sit up straight.
He tore open his shirt and casually took out the Meteor Divine Needle to start the acupuncture.
The onlookers saw his decisive action and became curious.
The young doctor, however, frowned deeply, his face full of displeasure.
"Relatives, you all know the condition of Elder Zhao's body. Are you really just going to stand by and let him torment Elder Zhao like this?"
By now, the Zhao sisters had no other options.