By this time, Zhang Xiaofan was already exhausted.
However, children infected with the virus continued to be brought in.
Of course, their conditions were relatively mild and could be treated by drinking the medicinal liquid.
Zhang Xiaofan didn't need to perform acupuncture to save them.
"Mr. Miao, I'm a bit tired, I'll leave this to you."
Zhang Xiaofan said to Miao Zhengdong.
"Alright."
Miao Zhengdong nodded in response.
Indeed, Miao Zhengdong could also sense that Zhang Xiaofan was somewhat weak.
If he didn't rest now, there was a possibility he could faint.
But Zhang Xiaofan's body was no ordinary one; after all, he was a master.
How could saving a patient have made him so weak?
Even though treating that child had required a special needling technique, with Zhang Xiaofan's strength, it shouldn't have drained much of his energy.
Just like that, everything that needed to be arranged was taken care of.
Zhang Xiaofan walked home.
"Xiaofan, you're back?"
