The silver needles were retrieved and wrapped up.
Mu Lin sighed, yet another round of cleaning and disinfecting awaited.
Zhou Qi stood beside Mu Lin, looking as if he had something to say but hesitating to speak.
Should he ask, ask, or... ask?
Mu Lin: "If you have any questions, just ask." Her lips curled slightly in amusement, wondering what was making him uneasy. After all, they were old acquaintances; and since she had directly called him to clean up the scene, it also meant that she would not hide anything from him.
With Mu Lin's words, Zhou Qi immediately felt much more at ease. After pausing for a moment, he began to inquire.
"Divine Doctor Mu, do you know the identities of these people?" He looked at Mu Lin, who seemed to understand everything, but now that he had taken over, he was completely clueless about what to do.
