Zuo Hongyi was drenched in sweat and his skin was flushed, a phenomenon normally seen after intense physical activity; yet now, he, a comatose patient, was also displaying these signs.
This was all because of a few small silver needles, controlled by a young man, that brought about this miraculous scene.
"How can this be?" Zhong Huiyun was not a doctor and did not know whether it was good or bad, and couldn't help but ask worriedly.
"Don't worry, this is a good sign. It indicates that the circulation of Qi and blood within his body is very lively; the acupuncture is working!" Dean Miao, being an experienced practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine and quite knowledgeable about acupuncture, certainly knew what the situation entailed.
"Really? That's great!" Zhong Huiyun, upon receiving Dean Miao's confirmation, exclaimed with joy, finally revealing a relieved smile on her face.
