"Alright! I'll leave it to you."
After Yang Cheng finished speaking, he quickly took out the Silver Needle.
With the needle between his fingers, he swiftly inserted it into several key acupuncture points on Murong Wan's body, then punctured over a dozen times at the point on her heart.
Having completed all this, he was already drenched in sweat.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous; after all, a life hung in the balance in his hands, and it was the woman he had slept with.
Moreover, Murong Wan was different from ordinary patients for him; he felt an even greater pressure.
"Ms. Qi Yue."
Yang Cheng glanced at Cheng Qiyue, and she immediately stepped forward, a warm white True Qi flowing from her palm into Murong Wan's body, protecting her heart meridian.
Knowing that Cheng Qiyue's True Qi couldn't last long, Yang Cheng exchanged a glance with Cheng Ruonan and gathered True Qi into their palms.
