Mu Xiruo and her sister hurriedly lent a hand, turning Duan Yanran over, and helped her to sit up. Seeing the blood that still adorned the corner of her mouth, Ling Tianyu felt a deep pang of heartache and reached out to gently wipe the blood away.
Ling Tianyu calmed the aching in his heart as well as his anger. Gazing at Duan Yanran's waist, a sharp glint burst forth from his eyes. His right hand rose, slowly approaching her waist, while his left hand suddenly struck the location of the lungs. A flash of white light streaked across his two fingers and instantly penetrated into Duan Yanran's body.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a muffled sound emanated from within Duan Yanran's body.
Mu Xiruo and her sister, being closest, heard it most clearly and widened their eyes in disbelief. How could this be possible?
Who was he to be able to adjust the rib stuck to the lung back to its place simply with needles and acupoint pressing? It was impossible!