"Ready... everything is prepared."
"And the medicine?" Yun Ya asked.
"I've already sent someone to decoct it."
Yun Ya nodded, washed his hands first, and slowly wiped them with a clean towel. Yin Suhua had been quite anxious, but seeing Yun Ya's composed demeanor, she relaxed considerably.
Earlier, it was mentioned that she was Doctor Hua's junior disciple; the reputation of Doctor Hua was beyond doubt, and although she had never heard of him having a junior disciple, Doctor Hua personally acknowledged it.
Yun Ya walked over, spread out the cloth bag, and glanced at Yin Suhua, "I don't like to have outsiders present when I administer acupuncture."
In other words, please leave.
Yin Suhua looked worriedly at Su Yu, left reluctantly, turning back every few steps.
Once the room was completely silent, Yun Ya took a deep breath, picked up the silver needle...
Outside the door, Yin Suhua waited anxiously.
