Bitter Traditional Chinese Medicine

No matter how fast and accurate Mr. Fu's hands were, there were still some spots where blood was dripping.

Meng Qingge took the sterile cotton ball and wiped the blood off the spot calmly and quickly.

Fortunately, there weren't many bleeding points.

After all, there were so many needles!

"Grandpa Fu, how many needles were inserted in total?" Meng Qingge suddenly asked.

"I didn't count it carefully." Mr. Fu replied, "At least two hundred needles."

Meng Qingge's heart trembled when she heard this number. At least two hundred needles. Was Ji Wanzhou going to be injected with so many needles every day?

Wouldn't that mean his entire body would be pierced!

"Will there be so many needles every day in the future?" Meng Qingge frowned and asked.

"Depends." Old Master Fu replied, "Sometimes it's more, sometimes it's less."