"Shen Xuanzhi."
Qiao Xi called out his name.
Shen Xuanzhi nodded, dressed in loose casual clothing, which was somewhat different from his attire during the competition.
His brows and eyes still carried a trace of melancholy, and that sharp, world-weary face bore little expression. He pursed his lips and said nothing more.
Yan Shi'an said, "The patient inside is Xiaoshen's mother. You probably met her at the acupuncture conference. The Shen Family's Sparrow Pecking Technique emphasizes conditioning, but it can't awaken her. We can only try your Plum Blossom Nine Needles."
Qiao Xi listened to Yan Shi'an's explanation and nodded.
She walked into the hospital room and saw the very gentle woman lying on the hospital bed. The sunlight through the window fell on her, softening even further.
She should be in her forties or fifties, but her temples were already graying, suggesting she had led a hard life.
