Ning Yue sighed. No wonder Qian Cen said that it hurt. This was equivalent to new injuries coming back before the old injuries healed.
Her sigh made Qian Cen's heart jump into his throat. If not for his toothache, he would have thought that he had some incurable disease.
"Lord Qian, I'll ask you a few questions. You have to answer them honestly," Ning Yue said.
Qian Cen grunted.
Actually, even without Ning Yue's explanation, he would do as she said. After all, he was afraid of the pain.
Ning Yue took the tweezers and gently knocked all the teeth in Qian Cen's mouth.
Every tooth hurt.
Ning Yue was speechless. Although Qian Cen had had a lot of teeth pulled out, there was still a lot left. Every tooth hurt. Did she have to pull out every tooth?
Ning Yue took off Qian Cen's braces and took the mirror from Jiang Ying's hand.
