"How many have you healed now?"
Nan Yu's eyes sparkled with a hint of light, "Ten thousand."
Li Chongbai's eyes lit up, "Then you have completed it, haven't you?"
Nan Yu shook her head, "But the three-year period hasn't ended yet."
Li Chongbai was stunned, "How much longer?"
Nan Yu pursed her lips, a nameless emotion brewing in her eyes, "One more month."
Upon hearing this, Li Chongbai was delighted, "That's soon, and if you are willing, come to our Traditional Chinese Hospital. I will be waiting for you."
Nan Yu looked up and smiled at him, neither rejecting nor agreeing.
Time quickly passed.
The acupuncture session ended.
Nan Yu removed the Silver Needle from her left hand and then took the Silver Needle off Chi Ying's head.
Chi Ying slowly awoke, feeling a fishy sweetness in her throat followed by a strong urge to vomit.
She vomited into a basin, expelling countless clots of blood.
After vomiting, she instantly felt her head lighten, no longer as heavy as before.