Hearing the anger in Qin Mei's voice, Jie Jingchen let out a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 'I have to trust Qin Mei, and I have to trust Jing Qi,' he thought. 'Qin Mei wouldn't lie to me, and Jing Qi won't disappoint.'
Qin Mei's words made Shen Qing's body go rigid. She barely dared to breathe, terrified of disturbing Qin Mei.
Faced with a scene like this, even the calmest person would lose their composure.
"Jing Qi, hold on." Qin Mei regulated her breathing. This was the last needle, and the most critical one. There was no room for the slightest error. Qin Mei focused all her concentration, plunging the final needle in with clean, decisive force.
"ARGH!" An irrepressible, agonized scream pierced the air. The moment Qin Mei let go of the needle, she was struck in the chest, and her body, seated by the bed, flew backward uncontrollably.
