Drip, drip. The beads of sweat on Qin Yu's forehead dropped onto Su Ziyan's mouth corner, salty, yet Su Ziyan felt as if honey was spread inside her heart!
Finally, Qin Yu had finished applying the needles and led out the anesthesia from Su Ziyan's body! Su Ziyan broke out in a fragrant sweat and gradually regained her ability to move.
Su Ziyan's fingers twitched, her long eyelashes fluttered, her mouth moved: "Qin... Qin Yu, you fool, big fool!"
Qin Yu's acupuncture was extremely effective, and quickly, Su Ziyan completely recovered!
Rather than impulsively hugging Qin Yu, Su Ziyan suddenly jumped off the bed, opened the toolbox on the floor, and took out some duct tape and Healing Medicine.
With efficient movements, Su Ziyan bandaged the wounds on Qin Yu's legs, then glanced at his wrists and ankles.
But Qin Yu gently shook his head; "Wife, this Healing Medicine won't work, we need the Century-old Xuelian! The Century-old Xuelian can mend the tendons without damage."
