A Tight Slap Across An An's Face

Gu Mang raised her eyebrows as she propped up her chin on her hand. "What's wrong? Is it the same as your existing prescription?"

Both did not speak.

Gu Mang understood instantly. She nodded and spoke slower but the meaning of her words was unfathomable. "Actually, the acupuncture is taking effect and the blood clot has been discharged. She only needs to take another seven doses of medication and will recover."

When she said that, the expressions of the people from the presidential palace became intriguing. They fell out with Miracle Doctor because Hill was vomiting blood. Yet, they were told that it was a good thing once more.

An An's face darkened immediately as though she had been slapped across the face.

Noelle was feeling especially remorseful deep down. She should have stopped An An back then. Seven billion!

Pursing her lips, she asked, "Does Ms. Gu mean that my mama doesn't need acupuncture anymore?"