"I'll go right now," Zhao Zhiyou said repeatedly.
Zhang Xiaomeng said indifferently, "Just taking medicine won't do, she also needs acupuncture."
"Otherwise, pneumonia could turn into tuberculosis, which would be troublesome."
Hearing the word tuberculosis, Zhao Zhiyou quickly spoke, "Xiaomeng, you call the shots. As long as my wife can recover, I'll do anything you say."
"Well, first flip your wife over, I need to give her acupuncture on her back."
Zhao Zhiyou hesitated for a moment, remembered the unpleasantness he had had with Zhang Xiaomeng before, he had even suspected Zhang Xiaomeng was having an affair with his wife.
This time he let me take the initiative; there must be no such relationship between them.
After flipping Bai Xuelian over, her clothes came undone, revealing her smooth, jade-like back, and Zhang Xiaomeng applied several needles in succession.
Bai Xuelian's coughing immediately eased a lot.
