Yang Wanqing looked haggard, her eyes red and swollen, webbed with bloodshot lines.
"Sister Yang! How is it?"
Xia Bei hurriedly asked.
"Are you really skilled in medicine? How confident are you? If she can't be woken, will it affect Xiaoxue's body?" Yang Wanqing hesitated a moment, then asked.
She didn't quite believe that such a young man could actually treat tumors; it was all just Song Yanjiao boasting. But that night, she did feel his miraculous massage techniques.
She was at her wit's end now. Xiaoxue hadn't woken up yet, and doctors said the chances of waking were slim. She had no choice but to seek him out!
"Sister Yang, it won't happen, I can wake her up!"
Xia Bei said, somewhat excited.
Yang Wanqing squinted her eyes, still a bit skeptical, but thinking of her unconscious daughter, she had no choice but to grit her teeth, "Then... go ahead! How will you treat her?"
"Oh! With golden needles, I brought them!"
Xia Bei took out a pouch of needles.
