Although Ni Yang was performing acupuncture on Wu Yanyun with many doctors standing by, she was not nervous at all.
She remained as composed as ever.
Her movements in inserting the needles were smooth and flowing, and from a distance, there was even a hint of an artistic martial flair.
The doctors watching were dumbfounded.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would believe that a teenager could be so skilled?
After more than two hours of acupuncture, Wu Yanyun's condition gradually improved, and her originally pale face started to turn rosy, with the blisters on the corner of her mouth also shrinking.
While they hadn't completely disappeared, they were at least not as disturbing as in the beginning.
"Ancient Medicine is truly miraculous!"
"Our ancestors' legacy is indeed marvelous, isn't it?"
After the acupuncture session, Wu Yanyun was taken out, and Ni Yang was surrounded by a group in the middle, answering various medical questions.
