Inside the room, Yang Xiaoqiao lay on the bed, deep in sleep, completely unaware of Ye Xiong's intrusion.
Ye Xiong approached the bedside, touched her forehead, and found it burning hot. So she had a high fever; no wonder she was unresponsive and hadn't even answered her phone.
The Nine Acupoint Divine Needles had an acupuncture method for reducing fever.
Ye Xiong took out the silver needle he carried with him, sterilized it, and prepared to take off her nightgown to administer the acupuncture treatment.
"What do you think you're doing? I'm warning you, don't mess around, or I'll call the police," Zhang Xiaoyan thought Ye Xiong was up to no good and hastily spoke out.
"Xiao Qiao has a fever; I'm treating her," Ye Xiong said.
"Treating a fever involves taking off clothes? Who knows if you're not just using treatment as an excuse to have your way?" Zhang Xiaoyan ran over to stop him from undressing Yang Xiaoqiao.
