"Yueniang, how are you? Do you feel any pain?" He held her hand and asked nervously.
The old woman on the bed shook her head gently and tried to sit up.
At that moment, Feng Jiu said, "You'd better lie down! The spiritual energy in your body is almost depleted. It's best to stay in bed for the time being to avoid a recurrence of what just happened."
"If it weren't for my sister helping you with the needles, you probably wouldn't have woken up. So you'd better listen to what she says," said Song Mi'er, who was standing nearby.
"Thank you, miss." The old woman thanked her weakly. She didn't try to sit up again but lay on the bed, looking at the man holding her hand, her expression carrying a hint of sadness and a reluctance that she couldn't hide.
"Thank you. I apologize for my earlier behavior. Please don't hold it against me." The man stood up and bowed to Feng Jiu, speaking apologetically.
