Time ticked by, second by second.
Lying on the bed, Lin Qingxuan felt as if each day lasted an eternity. When had she ever been in such a state before a strange man?
If it hadn't been for her best friend Zhao Bingqian constantly encouraging and comforting her at her side, she would have wanted to bite her own tongue and end her life.
Finally, after ten minutes, Ye Haochuan released her acupoints and pulled out the eighteen silver needles from her back.
Lin Qingxuan instantly felt her stiff body regain movement and hurriedly grabbed the thin blanket on the bed to cover herself.
Remembering the embarrassing situation she had just been in, her face burned with shame, wishing she could just crawl into a crack in the ground.
"Alright, it's finally done. Miss Lin, your illness won't recur in the short term, so you can rest assured. I will quickly find a way to cure your illness completely."
After speaking, Ye Haochuan wiped the sweat from his forehead.
