Mu Shaoling really wanted to vomit blood, and felt like throwing this wretched girl out.
"You're simply too stupid to be saved. My silver needles have been soaked in the medicinal soup for a day! Tell me, should you drink the medicine?" Mu Shaoling roared in frustration.
As a result, Yang Chuxia just lightly said "oh," and moved on.
"You..." Mu Shaoling was about to leave after flicking his sleeves.
However, Yang Chuxia stopped him in time, "How many more times does Brother An need acupuncture?"
"None of your business! I'll decide when he's fully recovered." Mu Shaoling left without giving Yang Chuxia a chance to speak.
Yang Chuxia was speechless, pursing her lips. What kind of person is this with such a bad temper? She was just asking a simple question!
"Xiaxia!" Ye Zi'an, lying on the bed, called out again.
"Brother An!" Yang Chuxia quickly returned to Ye Zi'an's side. "Do you want to drink some water?"
