"Shut up!" The old man slammed his walking stick on the floor and shouted.
He had no choice. To put it bluntly, they had to make a Hail Mary effort for Ah Mai.
Gu Man asked Xiang Yin to help the child up and lay him on his lap. In the blink of an eye, silver needles were inserted all over the child's body.
Xiang Yin looked down and saw that Gu Man's face was already pale. Her mouth was pursed tightly, and her eyes were focused on the needle in her hand. Her slender fingers were occasionally flying down and twisting the silver needle gently.
He then saw that Gu Man was wet all over, and the loose hair on her back was still dripping with water. Gu Man looked even thinner like this.
Xiang Yin had noticed that she had a deficiency of qi and blood and her face was too pale. Now that he looked at her, she looked like white porcelain without any color.
