Thirty minutes after the acupuncture, Fang Qing's condition had completely stabilized.
Her originally pale complexion had regained its rosiness, and her ragged breathing had completely calmed down.
Zhang Xiaomeng removed the silver needles from her one by one.
Now that she had regained her freedom of movement, Fang Qing hugged Zhang Xiaomeng tightly.
"Xiaomeng, thank you, you saved my life."
"Don't mention it, I'm a doctor, saving you is what I should do."
Zhang Xiaomeng said with a smile, but deep down he felt somewhat complicated.
This was the first time he had used his mouth on a woman, and it was not for pleasure.
Remembering the taste of seafood, Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't help feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"Xiaomeng, I'm sorry you had to go through that."
Seemingly noticing Zhang Xiaomeng's thoughts, Fang Qing hugged him tight and said.
