With a cold shout, Lin Wenjuan quickly stepped forward, reaching out to pull out the silver needles from Zhao Qiongrui's leg.
Tang Feng frowned, stood up, grabbed Lin Wenjuan's wrist, and snapped, "Dr. Lin, hasn't anyone ever told you that you can't just pull out the needles during acupuncture?"
Upon hearing this, a flash of confusion crossed Lin Wenjuan's face, which then became even more unsightly.
She had no real understanding of traditional Chinese medicine.
She knew you shouldn't just jab needles carelessly, but she didn't know you couldn't just pull them out on a whim.
That afternoon, she had noticed Tang Feng with a medicine box heading to the hospital, guessing what he was up to.
Tonight, she specifically stayed for the night shift to prevent Tang Feng from acting recklessly.
Unexpectedly, she had taken on a patient and by the time she was free to come over, it was already too late.
Everyone else had gone, leaving only Tang Feng and Zhao Qiongrui.