Nurse: Call me if you need help with anything else.
"Thank you, Miss Yun."
To Yun Zijin, a hundred yuan was no different than a dime.
After the nurse left, Yun Zijin unfolded her silver needle pouch.
Seeing the dense array of silver needles inside, Lu Yunque felt his skin crawl. 'Thank god I'm not the one getting acupuncture,' he thought, immensely relieved.
Lu Yunzhou felt much the same, but he maintained a placid expression, showing no signs of unease.
Yun Zijin selected a needle from the collection, seemingly at random, and with a swift motion, inserted it into one of Lu Yunzhou's acupoints.
"Brother, be sure to tell me if you feel any discomfort."
Lu Yunzhou nodded. "Don't worry. I can take it."
While she worked, Lu Yunque discreetly returned to the kitchen to check on the herbal medicine he was brewing.
Lu Yunzhou was unable to walk because the neurons in his legs were damaged. For him to stand again, Yun Zijin had to regenerate his nerves.
