After Madam Mingxue finished speaking, her old eyes stared at the Healer for a long time before she asked, "Can you deal with this bug?"
The Healer said firmly, "I can do it since I'm here." As soon as these words were out, even Madam Mingxue could not help but have irregular breathing. Her old and heavy heart seemed to have instantly been infused with new vitality. "Madam, please lie down. Now I have to start acupuncture," the Healer said.
Madam Mingxue slowly laid down, but her gaze was fixed on the Healer. Occasionally, she would secretly glance at the Sword God beside her. Although she hid her little actions extremely well, it could not escape Feng Qing's eyes.
Taking out a set of silver needles from his chest, the Healer adjusted his breathing and quickly pierced Madam Mingxue's head a few times. He even pierced both of her wrists. Madam Mingxue was very cooperative. She relaxed her body, closed her eyes, and quietly laid on the bed without moving.
