"Oh, oh, Qin Tian, this..."
In the room, Lan Guifang sat on the bed, staring at Qin Tian in amazement as he packed up the acupuncture needles.
"Qin Tian, your acupuncture is so incredible! How come my foot stopped hurting right after you finished... It's magical!" Lan Guifang touched her right foot, utterly astonished.
Just then, Chen Mingdao burst into the room, and upon hearing Lan Guifang's words, he too stopped in his tracks, froze for a few seconds, and then with joy written all over his face, he looked at Qin Tian. "President Qin, you really know Chinese Medicine!"
"I know a little, just a little."
Qin Tian wiped his sweat and handed the items in his hands to the servant who followed him into the room.
Turning around, he saw Zhou Minghong standing at the door with a baffled look, and asked, "Old Zhou, why are you looking at me with that expression?"
