so.......

For a moment, it really took everyone a while to react.

Guan Jiu was only wearing a thermal undershirt and a cotton-padded coat. The cheap hotel didn't have heating, and his nose was red from the cold, with snot running down his face.

Ye Wanying frowned as she looked at the woman on the bed, then took off her military overcoat and draped it over her. She then took off her down jacket and vest and said, "Little girl, come here."

Guan Jiu walked over suspiciously, but before he could get close, the woman in front of him started tearing off his clothes without even saying hello: "What are you doing?!"

Teenage boys can be quite energetic when they struggle.

"Quiet down, don't move, or I'll beat you up!"

cough...

The woman on the bed couldn't help but cough before saying, "Xiao Jiu, be a good girl and listen to your sister." After speaking, the woman's gaze fell on Ye Wanying again. Her pale face revealed her to be a pretty woman. At this moment, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, and tears began to well up in her shimmering eyes.

How could I not be moved when my youngest daughter, whom I gave birth to with my last breath, is now standing right in front of me?

The only regret is that I never imagined that when I opened my eyes again, my youngest daughter would be so grown up.

I'm used to dressing my son, and this big kid won't have any problems as long as he doesn't move around too much.

In the end, they dressed the little rascal in it.

"Xiao Jiu, go out and play. Mommy and your sister need to talk for a bit. Don't go too far, okay?"

"I know, Mom." Now that she's in middle school, she can tell that her mother and sister have something to say to each other and that it's not appropriate for her to be there.

Soon, Xiao Jiu's figure disappeared outside, closing the door behind her.

"Cough...cough cough...cough."

At this moment, the woman couldn't help but cough again.

Ye Wanying couldn't possibly remain indifferent; this was her own mother!

"Are you in a lot of pain? Where exactly?" He stepped forward and supported the woman's back, pressing his other hand against her chest. When he pressed on a certain spot, the woman let out a soft moan.

"Yes, it's here. I always feel congested and can't breathe."

Without even looking, I knew it was a section of the trachea: "If you don't mind, I can use acupuncture to clear it for you." Massage techniques are almost ineffective for the current condition; acupuncture is the quickest and most effective method.

"What's there to mind? Why should I mind?" The woman chuckled, a slight smile playing on her lips. "It'll be easier for you to move around if you lie down, won't it?"

"Um."

Upon hearing this, the woman lay down. Seeing the large expanse of her arm exposed, Ye Wanying quickly pulled the blanket over her: "You can't catch a cold anymore. It might be a little sore when we use the silver needles, so please bear with it."

"Okay!" The woman answered without hesitation, her gentle eyes holding a faint smile. At this moment, she probably wouldn't have felt any problem even if her own daughter were to nearly stab her.

Ye Wanying felt a little nervous, perhaps it was the blood relation that was causing the problem.

Then, from his pocket, he took out a set of wrapped silver needles, at least twenty in total, of varying lengths, which gleamed with a cold light under the lamp.

After that... he inserted three thin, long silver needles into the woman's chest cavity, leaving only an inch of the tip of each needle protruding outside, while the rest was completely inserted.

After inserting the three silver needles, Ye Wanying began to apply pressure with her hands, and the effect was quite noticeable...

After a short while, she didn't know which acupoint was pressed, but the woman immediately felt a refreshing sensation in her chest, and the stuffy feeling in her chest disappeared instantly.