"The person you know is…" Xie Tingyun was worried about her, but she had left the First Research Institute a long time ago and was not familiar with the current personnel. When the words reached her mouth, she shook her head and said softly, "Forget it. I shouldn't have told you this, lest you feel pressured. I have a few old friends there. If you need help, just let me know. I still have some clout. I should be able to help you."
Qiao Nian's expression softened slightly, and a trace of warmth flashed in her dark eyes. Under Xie Tingyun's gaze, she nodded seriously and replied, "Yes."
Acupuncture consumed a person's energy.
Moreover, Xie Tingyun was a patient.
After Qiao Nian finished a series of acupuncture treatments for her, the beautiful woman on the bed had long fallen into a deep sleep.
Qiao Nian put away her things, gently zipped up her shoulder bag, carried it, and quietly left.
Nan Tianyi and the butler were both outside.
