"Master! Master!" Just as Shen Jing was walking back after finishing her shopping, a sharp cry rang out. Shen Jing looked towards the source of the sound and saw an elderly man lying on the ground at the corner of the alley. He was experiencing full body spasms. Kneeling beside him was a middle-aged man, his face filled with panic.
Shen Jing furrowed her brow and walked over briskly. "Don't move. If you keep shaking him like that, he'll be shaken to death by you."
The middle-aged man looked up sharply upon hearing the voice. Shen Jing naturally squatted down beside him, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Shen Jing take out a silver needle. The words that were about to come out of his mouth changed to, "Are you a doctor?"
