In about half an hour, Ye Xiaofei's fingers moved and all the silver needles were in his hands.
Then, he nodded his head in praise to He Yuyao. This beautiful woman had done a very good job as a support.
Auntie Ning was still sleeping on the hospital bed, but her skin had a healthy red glow. Compared to her pale complexion before acupuncture, it was a world of difference.
Ning Xiaoyu asked nervously, "Brother Xiaofei, my mother..."
Ye Xiaofei smiled and said, "All the cancer cells in her body have been killed. As long as she uses some medicine to recuperate her body, she will recover in less than a week."
"Really? Are you sure?" Ning Xiaoyu's eyes were still filled with disbelief.
Ye Xiaofei rubbed her hair and said, "Of course it's true."
"Brother Xiaofei!" Ning Xiaoyu threw herself into Ye Xiaofei's arms and started crying.
