"Hmm, it looks quite impressive."
"Does your wrist hurt?"
"Huh? It doesn't hurt... Uncle, are you feeling sorry for me?"
"Yes."
Su Nuannuan shook his hand and said, "Uncle, don't worry. If my dad doesn't wake up soon, my mom will feel really sad. They've gotten much closer recently, and I've seen my mom secretly wiping away tears several times.
As long as my dad can get better, I don't mind being pricked a few more times."
What a silly girl.
Li Yanchen helplessly patted her head.
On the hospital bed, the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor removed the needles, but Jih Yunxiao still hadn't woken up.
Yet, the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor seemed calm.
He took a candle out of the medical box, lit it with a match, and then took out a dagger, heating it over the flame.
Dr. Yang frowned and asked, "Old sir, what are you planning to do?"
Mr. Jih's condition isn't so severe that it requires surgery, is it?
