When Xu Huan heard this, he looked at Mo Zhu in shock. He looked up in disbelief and continued asking, "What? No way, Little Bamboo. This person has been dead for a day and he can still be saved?"
Mo Zhu nodded and replied in a low voice, "Yes, it's not something difficult for me."
After saying this, she took out the acupuncture bag she had casually brought with her when she left the small mansion and placed it neatly on the wooden board. She prepared to lift the needle and perform acupuncture treatment on the "corpse" who was still breathing.
Seeing that Mo Zhu was about to take action, Huo Xuan took two steps forward worriedly and held the girl's hand. He quickly said, "Xiao Zhu, your body has just recovered a little. Can you still perform acupuncture to save him?"
Mo Zhu looked up at the man's concerned gaze and gently shook Huo Xuan's hand. "It's alright, I have almost fully recovered."
