Three days after the fumigation treatment, Li Tianyi began acupuncture for Ye Weining. It was still the legendary Golden Needle acupuncture, known for its unbearable pain.
Honestly, though Ye Weining didn't remember her childhood, just seeing those Golden Needles made her scalp tingle.
"Where are you going to insert them?" Ye Weining asked, sweating from nervousness.
"On the acupuncture points." Li Tianyi pointed to his head, shoulder, and elbow, "It will hurt a little, bear with it."
Ye Weining took a step back: "Can we skip the acupuncture?"
"Ah Ning, it won't hurt." Li Tianyi laughed, "I've improved these needles, and my technique is great — it really won't hurt."
Ye Weining could hardly believe him.
So many long needles piercing her skin, and it won't hurt?
He's fooling an idiot!
"Ah Ning, do you smell the fragrance?" Li Tianyi said.
During every treatment, Li Tianyi would first burn a fragrance ball, and this time was no exception.
Ye Weining nodded.
