"Dr. Zhang, I'm so sorry, could you please remove the silver needles from my body?"

"The acupuncture will hurt more than it does now."

"Thank you very much, Dr. Zhang."

Seeing that Ran Meng insisted, Zhang Fan had no choice but to remove the silver needles from her body.

Before Bai Rou'er could react, she was tightly embraced. Her anger subsided, replaced by a strange feeling.

Ran Meng hugged Bai Rou'er tightly, as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the world. She sobbed and her shoulders trembled. "Daughter, I have finally seen you. It's so good. It's not a dream."

Bai Rou'er then came to her senses, slowly raised her hand, and gently placed it on Ran Meng's back: "Don't cry."

The melodious crying echoed in every corner of the room, touching Bai Rou'er's heart and bringing tears to her eyes.

The receptionist covered her mouth and cried, "It's so touching, I never imagined it would be a family reunion."

After crying for a while, Ran Meng slowly let go of Bai Rou'er, carefully examining Bai Rou'er through tearful eyes. Her trembling hand landed on Bai Rou'er's face, and she sobbed, "I've been dreaming about this moment."

She said to Zhang Fan, "Thank you, Dr. Zhang."

Ran Meng pulled Bai Rou'er to sit down, her eyes never leaving Bai Rou'er's gaze, as if she wanted to make up for the more than twenty years of lost time.

Bai Rou'er: "The injuries on your body?"

Zhang Fan explained, "Your aunt was badly injured and wanted to see you as soon as possible, so she booked a room near you."

Bai Rou'er: "When you're sick, you should rest properly."

What was originally just a simple expression of concern warmed Ran Meng's heart.

Before I could even feel happy, the room suddenly started shaking.