"Alright! Leave it to you then."
Yang Cheng finished speaking and quickly took out the Silver Needle.
With a flick of his fingertips, the Silver Needle swiftly pierced several key acupuncture points around Murong Wan's body, followed by a dozen more on her chest.
After all this, he was drenched in sweat.
It's impossible not to be nervous; after all, a life was in his hands, and it was the woman he had shared a bed with.
Moreover, for him, Murong Wan was different from an ordinary patient, adding to his internal pressure.
"Ms. Qi Yue."
Yang Cheng glanced at Cheng Qiyue, who immediately stepped forward, channeling warm white True Qi into Murong Wan's body to protect her heart meridian.
Knowing Cheng Qiyue's True Qi wouldn't last long, Yang Cheng exchanged a glance with Cheng Ruonan, then gathered True Qi in their palms.
Having practiced Dual Cultivation, Yang Cheng's body carried traces of Cheng Ruonan's aura, so when their True Qi flowed out, it intertwined in the air.
