In a sterile room.

Shen Jingnian lay quietly on the hospital bed, her eyes closed, her thick, long eyelashes naturally forming a beautifully curved little fan.

Jiang Ning had met him before, so she naturally knew that he had a very handsome face.

But to her surprise, even up close, his face was flawless, his skin so smooth that not a single pore could be seen, his nose was high and straight, and his face was chiseled, making him look like a domineering CEO straight out of an idol TV show.

Jiang Ning leaned over and sat down on the edge of the bed, opened the medicine box, took out the acupuncture bag, and took out the gold needles.

Under the illumination of the operating lights, the golden needles emitted a terrifyingly cold light.

The art of using acupuncture to guide acupoints has been passed down for over three thousand years.

One needle for yin, one needle for yang.

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes Yin and Yang and the Eight Trigrams. As long as one grasps the principles within, one can regenerate flesh from bones.

In her previous life, Jiang Ning became famous overseas for her skill in using acupuncture points.

Jiang Ning picked up a gold needle in each hand and began to apply the acupuncture.

Place one hand on the Zanzhu acupoint and the other hand on the Renzhong acupoint.

Then come the key acupoints in the chest cavity, such as Tanzhong, Juque, Jiuwei, Shenque, and Guanyuan!

She performed the acupuncture very quickly.

There was almost no pause.

From a distance, it has a touch of the graceful beauty of martial arts, with afterimages already formed as the hands perform the needlework.

Too many to take in at once.

If someone were present at this moment, they would surely be amazed and recognize that this is the long-lost Golden Needle Acupoint Guiding Technique!

The golden needle is drawn.

Life is on the horizon.

Shen Jingnian felt as if he were in a state of complete chaos.

Everything in front of me was shrouded in mist.

He couldn't see anything clearly.

My head feels dizzy.

Sudden.

A ray of bright sunlight broke through the dawn, illuminating the road ahead.

His mind, which had been in a daze, began to clear slowly, and he gained direction and a goal.

Like a gentle breeze in April.

It's refreshing.

At the same time, a pleasant fragrance lingered around my nose.

It's faint.

Unlike the synthetic perfumes we usually smell, this fragrance comes from within, like the fresh bamboo after a snowfall, crisp and with a hint of sweetness.

It smells wonderful.

In just half an hour, Shen Jingnian's body was covered with gold needles at various acupoints.

Jiang Ning took out another pill from the medicine box and put it into Shen Jingnian's mouth.

The pills weren't bitter; they had a hint of the sweetness of white peaches. At that moment, Shen Jingnian's heartbeat began to gradually return to normal, and his breathing became less rapid. The gold needles inserted into the various acupoints were slowly turning black, which was a sign of improvement!

Wisps of white smoke rose from Chen Jingnian's body, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Shen Jingnian's eyelids twitched slightly, and she gently opened her eyes.

In a hazy, indistinct state.

He seemed to see a profile as beautiful as jade.

Her skin was like solidified cream, and her hands like soft, delicate hands.

It's unrealistically beautiful.

He tried to remember the scene, but soon his consciousness faded, and he couldn't distinguish between dream and reality.

Time passed second by second.

I don't know how much time passed.

When Xu Zhiming arrived at the door of the sterile room again, the door was still closed.

He glanced at his watch.

Three hours have passed.

Normally, a cesarean section only takes an hour and a half, but Jiang Ning only needed to perform acupuncture on Shen Jingnian, which took three hours.

Even a fool could tell that Shen Jingnian's current situation must be very bad, and Jiang Ning, afraid of taking responsibility, is hiding inside and dares not come out.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhiming walked up to the three men. "Mr. Yun, Mrs. Yun, three hours have passed, and there's still no movement inside! The situation must be dire. If you still want to save Master Shen, kick down the door and pull Jiang Ning out right now, or the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Yun Zhengyi glanced at his watch, sweat beading on his forehead. "Jing Shu, why don't we just listen to Dr. Xu?"

If we stop Jiang Ning now, there might still be hope of saving my brother-in-law.

If this continues...

He was afraid...

"No!" Yun Haotian blocked the doorway. "Miss Jiang said that no one is allowed to come in and disturb her while she's receiving acupuncture!"

Shen Jingshu nodded. "Haotian is right. What if Miss Jiang is at the most critical moment right now, and your entry causes the acupuncture to fail? Who can bear the consequences?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhiming knew that Shen Jingshu was completely beyond saving.

Xu Zhiming sighed, "In that case, Mrs. Yun, I hope you will remember your decision. I have a meeting to attend, so I won't disturb you any longer!"

Bang!

Just then, the tightly closed door to the sterile room opened.

A slender figure walked out from inside.

Several people looked up at the same time.

Three hours had passed, and Jiang Ning looked slightly tired, without the smugness that comes with successful acupuncture.

Logically speaking, if the surgery was successful, Jiang Ning should be very happy now, especially after being ridiculed by Xu Zhiming.

Seeing Jiang Ning's expression, Xu Zhiming knew that the surgery had definitely failed. He narrowed his eyes, a look of satisfaction flashing in them.

It's true what they say: arrogance will eventually be punished by heaven!

Seeing Jiang Ning like this, Yun Zhengyi's heart skipped a beat, and the color drained from his face instantly.

Could it be...?

Could it be my brother-in-law...?

Shen Jingshu immediately walked up to Jiang Ning and asked anxiously, "Miss Jiang, how is my brother now?"