The man moved slightly. Anna Stuat's keen sense was almost immediately detected. She looked up at Philip Andrew.
"What's the matter? Does it hurt?"
After the series of operations just now, Philip Andrew's leg pain is normal.
"No."
Although the man's forehead was sweating and his face looked a little pale, he still shook his head gently: "It is still within the range of tolerance."
Anna Stuat looked at him incredulously. Her eyes rested on the ruddy color on his face for two more seconds.
Finally, she still can't figure out what happened. She can only shake her head and stop thinking.
After taking out the acupuncture bag that she carried with her and selecting a needle of appropriate length and thickness, Anna Stuat began to apply the needle.
The first stitch went on slowly. Whether it was Philip Andrew or Anna Stuat, there was a lot of sweat on his forehead, and Philip Andrew's face was even whiter.
He was hurt, while Anna Stuat was tired.