"You've worked hard."
At that moment, a fragrant breeze wafted in as Xu Qianqian brought over a white towel and gently wiped the sweat from Qin Lin's forehead.
"There we go."
After pulling out the last silver needle, Qin Lin pressed the old man's chest a few times, then helped the patient sit up and gently patted his back.
COUGH, COUGH.
As the patient spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling, dark purple blood, the man who had been on the brink of death from heart failure miraculously regained consciousness.
"Dad!"
"Dad, how are you feeling?"
Seeing this, the middle-aged men and women immediately crowded around in excitement.
"You're truly amazing."
Xu Qianqian gave Qin Lin an admiring thumbs-up.
