Finally, Jing Ci made the final decision, "Imperial Physician Zhou, please wake the young lady as soon as possible."

Even if acupuncture has its risks, the situation is critical right now, and we can't worry about that too much.

And so, Physician Zhou stepped forward, opened his medicine box, took out a series of thin silver needles, and then inserted them into Wu Yachenglin.

The effects of silver needles are quite immediate.

When the silver needles in Physician Zhou's hand had all gone to Wu Ya Cheng Lin's body, Wu Ya Cheng Lin let out a soft hum.

Slowly, to Jing Ci's delighted surprise, Wu Ya Cheng Lin opened her eyes.

"Master, Master?"

Upon seeing this, Jing Ci immediately pushed aside Physician Zhou and reached out to help Wu Yacheng Lin up from the bed.

Wu Yacheng looked down at the silver needles on the back of her hand, her tone confused, "What's wrong with me?"

She had no memory of what had just happened; she vaguely remembered fainting from a stomachache.

Oh, right, my stomach!

Wu Yacheng's expression changed, and then she reached out and touched her swollen belly. "My stomach felt like it hurt for a while. What happened?"

Upon hearing this, Jing Ci lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, and then glanced at Physician Zhou beside him.

Wu Yachenglin: ...

"Doctor Zhou, please tell me the truth," Wu Yachenglin said, realizing something was wrong, and unconsciously tightened her grip on her stomach with her wrist.

Upon hearing this, Physician Zhou stepped forward, bowed, and removed the silver needles from Wuya Chenglin's body one by one. He then sighed and said, "Forgive my incompetence, Noble Lady Wuya, the little master in your womb is weak and unresponsive. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to be born."

Wu Yachenglin: ...?!