"Why did you stop?" Seeing Liu Hun stop his actions, Xue Lan looked at him with some displeasure and questioned.
"Don't you know that saving a person requires a gradual process?" Liu Hun rolled his eyes and replied irritably, "Hurry up and wipe the sweat off my forehead, I'm exhausted. Each acupuncture needle requires a significant amount of mental focus and energy. This is a technical job; it's not as simple as you think. Otherwise, your sister's illness wouldn't need me to treat it."
"You!" After Liu Hun's lecture, Xue Lan couldn't find any reason to refute.
After hesitating for a while, Xue Lan finally took a tissue from her pocket and gently wiped the sweat off Liu Hun's face.
Although she didn't really believe Liu Hun's words, the sweat on his face was real, and it was clear that the acupuncture just now consumed quite a bit of his energy.
