Wei Qing turned around, his brows furrowed, and said sternly, "You're insulting our profession, don't go too far."
Wei Qing could be quite intimidating when serious, and eventually the bodyguards exchanged glances and let them pass.
Opening the ward door, a young woman's pale face lay on the large bed, while an ordinary-looking woman sat on the sofa, eyes closed in sleep, and quickly opened them upon hearing the door open.
Seeing it was the doctor, she immediately stood up from the sofa.
"Doctor, when will she wake up?"
Wei Qing looked at her briefly and said nothing, turning to the doctor following behind. The young female doctor approached the bed and took out a rolled-up leather bag, spreading it open to reveal a row of densely packed silver needles, shimmering with dazzling light.
