Zhu Xiaozhu shook her head and once again pulled out a silver needle, piercing the patient's back.
After this needle, Zhu Xiaozhu's body swayed slightly, as if her feet had lost strength, and she toppled towards Ling Chen.
Seeing this, Ling Chen quickly embraced her slender waist to prevent her from falling.
"Miss Zhu, how are you?"
Held by Ling Chen's large hands, their bodies pressed closely together. Feeling the masculine scent emanating from Ling Chen, Zhu Xiaozhu's pretty face blushed and she quickly wriggled free from his grip, shyly saying, "I'm fine."
"Miss Zhu, your Inner Strength is exhausted. Continuing with acupuncture might damage your body. Let me help you."
"You... Can you do it?"
Zhu Xiaozhu hesitated. Performing acupuncture was no child's play; a small mistake could endanger the patient's life.
Ling Chen grinned and said, "Don't worry, I wouldn't joke with someone's life."