All the bandages on his body were removed, allowing Lin Tian to let out a sigh of relief. The unrestrained feeling made him feel much more relaxed.
In no time, Meng Nan brought over a bottle of disinfectant alcohol.
Zhao Xuefeng sat on the chair, his expression serious, and began sterilizing the silver needles with alcohol cotton.
Zhao Xuefeng had studied ancient medicine his whole life, yet for some reason, this time he was incredibly nervous. His nerves were tense and extremely serious.
It seemed like even his first time treating a patient was much better than this?
It's no wonder Zhao Xuefeng felt this way; he indeed had no confidence whatsoever.
"Teacher, don't be nervous. Just follow my instructions, and there definitely won't be a problem," Lin Tian said with a playful smile to reassure.
With a helpless bitter smile, Zhao Xuefeng wondered why he was accompanying Lin Tian in this bit of nonsense today.
