Could Ni Yang really get Madam Zhao to speak?
How could that be possible!
Does she think she's an immortal fairy?
Upon hearing this, Lin Fang was neither flustered nor surprised, she almost wanted to laugh.
"The little Divine Doctor must be a very competent person then."
Ni Yang smiled faintly, did not respond, just pulled out a gold needle from her bag, and unblocked the acupoints of Madam Zhao.
A gentle breeze lifted the curtain. Despite the winter weather, Ni Yang, dressed in a plain white cheongsam with a light purple coat over it, did not seem to feel the cold at all.
Her fair fingers skillfully handled the gold needle, puncturing accurately into the acupoints.
Everything looked as serene as a painting.
During the acupuncture, Madam Zhao slowly closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Zhao Shen anxiously asked: "Yangyang, what's wrong with my mom?"
Lin Fang was shocked: "Ah! Mom, she, she isn't... Is she... Is she dead?"
