Acupuncture
編輯: Henyee Translations
The old woman frowned, her eyes pensive. "How old is that person?" Since Ah Lian said that it was a young lady, she shouldn't be too old.
Ah Lian thought about it and said, "Probably seventeen or eighteen."
"Nonsense! Go call them down," the old lady said with a cold expression. How can a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl be a miracle doctor? What is that woman thinking about all day long?
"Auntie Chen, lie down. If you're afraid, close your eyes," Su Jinyue said to Chen Cuilan. At the same time, she took out the silver needles and started to disinfect them. With the storage pouch, these things were much more convenient to carry around.
"Okay!" Chen Cuilan lay on the bed and closed her eyes. From her slightly trembling eyelashes and her tightly clenched hands, it was obvious that she was very nervous. Although she had undergone acupuncture many times, she still couldn't help but feel a little afraid every time she saw those thin silver needles.