This was a failed treatment.
Xu Xin's chest rose and fell unevenly, heaving with labored, murky breaths. He had experienced intense pain just now, and now that his head was not as painful, he calmed down.
Zhao Yang let out a silent sigh and then got out of bed.
After removing the acupuncture needles from Xu Xin's head one by one, Zhao Yang lifted the cloth covering his eyes and patted his shoulder, saying, "That's it, today's treatment is over."
Then, he walked over to open the door.
Upon hearing the door open, Zhang Xiuer and Yingtao both stood up, looking at Zhao Yang with nervous expressions, and almost in unison asked, "How did it go?"
"Not very successful," Zhao Yang shook his head and said, "Yingtao, take Xu Xin to Sanwa, and have him take Xu Xin home. Also, tell him he doesn't need to come tomorrow, wait for my message."
Yingtao nodded, then left with Xu Xin.
"I knew it wouldn't be that easy," Zhao Yang said nonchalantly as he sat down in a chair.
