C207 (1/2)

Of course, this kind of overloaded acupuncture was a huge and difficult project for Fang Zishu at the current stage.

At first, Fang Zishu could still maintain his normal expression.

Gradually, his body began to tremble. He gritted his teeth, and sweat began to pour out of his body like a small stream.

”Wiping sweat!”

He called out, and did not see Lan Jingjing walk up, Fang Zishu immediately added, his tone was displeased.

Lan Jingjing grabbed a towel to his side, at a loss of what to do.

Wiping sweat?

Ming Zhu's body was pierced with so many needles, just like a hedgehog. How could she drop the towel?

”Wipe my sweat. I can't let my sweat fall on the needles. That way, the depth of my acupuncture points will be increased!”

Fang Zishu could not tolerate it anymore. How could there be such a stupid woman that did not care about her looks?

His unhappy tone made the corner of Lan Jingjing's mouth curl up, and a tinge of grievance flashed across his ice-cold and absolutely beautiful face.

Why are you so fierce?

It was just that Fang Zishu was currently focused on applying the acupuncture, so she couldn't think of anything at all. She did not see Lan Jingjing acting in such a ”moe” manner.

Lan Jingjing grabbed the towel, and walked to the side of the bed, only to realize that under his handsome face, Fang Zishu's face was actually so pale and ugly.

Could it be that using acupuncture to treat a disease consumed a lot of physical strength?

Lan Jingjing did not dare think too much into it, and immediately extended her slender, jade-like hands. Following Fang Zishu's request, she carefully wiped the sweat off his forehead, cheeks and nose, looking just like a wife who was waiting at home for her husband.

The strange thought flashed across his mind, after which, Lan Jingjing's face flashed with a hint of redness.

Lan Jingjing spat at the bottom of his heart, ”Lan Jingjing, how can you think like that?”

But...

At such a distance, she realized that Fang Zishu was actually quite handsome.

Buzz buzz …

The twelve needles were trembling nonstop. Trembling, it revolved at an extremely minute yet high frequency. Following the continuous rotation of Fang Zishu's ten fingers, the remaining poison in Ming Zhu's body was also brought out by these golden needles!

Pfft!

Suddenly, Ming Zhu who was lying motionlessly on the sickbed had a flash of pain on her face. She raised her head and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Seeing that, Fang Zishu waved his hands, collecting the six golden needles and the six silver needles into his hands. With difficulty, he said weakly: ”Wipe the poison out of my body. ”Rest …”

Before he could finish his sentence, his body went limp and he threw his head to the side.

Because Lan Jingjing was helping to wipe the sweat off his body, he directly bumped into Lan Jingjing's chest with this strike.

”So big, so soft, so comfortable …”

This was Fang Zishu's last thought before he fainted.

After Fang Zishu fainted, Lan Jingjing arranged for him to stay in another room in the villa.

Fang Zishu laid on the bed peacefully.

Xiao Hui and the rest were standing beside him.

Because of Kong Yang's departure, Lan Jingjing had no choice but to call the other doctor who had been treating Ming Zhu the entire time over here, to help him take a look at the situation.