After giving Chen Fan acupuncture, Wang Zhi applied plasters on several parts of his body.
The plasters looked nondescript and homemade, emitting an unpleasant odor that was nauseating.
"All right, this kid's body will gradually recover. I'll come back tomorrow to continue the treatment," said Wang Zhi.
Having packed up his things, Wang Zhi glanced at An Lan and was about to leave.
An Lan quickly asked, "Do I still need to go to work at the medical hall tomorrow?"
Wang Zhi teased with a smile, "No need. You just focus on recuperating for the next few days. After all, I'll need your cooperation to fulfill my requirements."
An Lan's face turned red, and she said nothing, escorting Wang Zhi towards the exit.
After Wang Zhi left, An Lan returned to the room where Chen Fan, impatient, asked, "What exactly did you agree to for his condition?"
Shrugging her shoulders, An Lan replied, "Nothing much. I just sincerely requested his help, and he agreed."
