The size of this glass cup is about a circle smaller than Su Qingluan's own fist, just enough for the acupuncture needle to be inserted obliquely into it and completely submerged in the water.
In addition to the acupuncture part, the acupuncture needle also has a "handle". Even if this part is not fully disinfected due to the evaporation of water vapor and contact with the air, it does not matter. It is enough to ensure that the front end of the acupuncture needle is fully disinfected by high-temperature boiling.
What's more, steam has a better disinfection effect than boiling, after all, it is over 100 degrees Celsius.
Mu Xingzhi watched Su Qingluan heat the water in the glass cup until it started bubbling, but she didn't stop until only a shallow layer of water remained. Then he folded the cotton handkerchief he carried with him into four layers and carefully took the glass cup off the candlestick.
Because the glass cup was thick, it took time for the interior to heat up when heated. Similarly, if the external flame was removed, it would also take time for the temperature to cool down. In a sense, Su Qingluan used the glass cup as a crucible.
Using the residual heat, Su Qingluan watched as the water inside gradually evaporated rapidly under the influence of the high temperature, while the acupuncture needles remained unoxidized. Su Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief: it seemed that the boiling temperature of the water was indeed not high enough to oxidize the iron components in the needles into black iron oxide.
In fact, she was not very sure just now, but now, she won the bet.
Su Qingluan carefully picked up a needle with chopsticks and held it in front of Mu Xingzhi: "Here, it won't turn black now, so you can use it normally."
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan and said, "You are sure this will work." His tone was very sure, "You know this can achieve the same effect as roasting it over fire, and you know that the needle will not turn black if you do this."
Su Qingluan's mind went blank for a moment. She was trying to think of an excuse to make, but Mu Xingzhi turned around and started giving Su Xueyan acupuncture.
Su Qingluan no longer cared about whether the truth was revealed or not, or what excuses she made. All her attention was focused on her sister.
Mu Xingzhi just pushed up the little girl's sleeves a little bit - fortunately, clothes in ancient times, even children's clothes, even if they were not wide robes with big sleeves, were easy to push up, without Su Qingluan's help, and without having to unbutton the clothes, which avoided a lot of embarrassment.
Next, Mu Xingzhi moved as fast as lightning. Within a few breaths, Mu Xingzhi had injected several needles into Xueyan's two little arms that looked like lotus root nodes.
Su Qingluan didn't know much about Chinese medicine, and she knew nothing about acupuncture points. At this time, she could only watch without breathing, and didn't dare to ask a single word if she had any questions, for fear that she would make any noise and scare Mu Xingzhi, causing the needle to go off target and make her sister suffer in vain.
But it was also magical. The acupuncture needles looked longer than ordinary embroidery needles used for sewing clothes - although they were also a little thinner - but as they were inserted into Su Xueyan's delicate skin one by one, Su Qingluan did not see any bleeding, nor did she see her sleeping sister wake up because of the pain or struggle subconsciously.
After a moment, both of Su Xueyan's arms seemed to have turned into human sewing kits. Su Qingluan looked at her sister with both arms exposed to the air and said worriedly, "Will she catch a cold like this?" And as luck would have it, a strong wind blew in from outside the door at this time, making the window frames and door panels rattle.
Although the hall door was closed, it was still very spacious due to its large area and lack of any screens to block out the view. Even with the door closed, when the wind blew violently outside, Su Qingluan could still feel the faint draft coming towards her, making her shiver with cold.
So she quickly took off her cloak and wanted to cover her sister with it, but Mu Xingzhi waved his hand to stop her: "It's okay, she won't catch a cold."
Su Qingluan's long experience of seeing a doctor has made the three words "follow the doctor's orders" basically ingrained in her bones. Mu Xingzhi is currently considered by Su Qingluan to be a very good doctor - at least her sister's breathing has stabilized, and although she is still drowsy, she is no longer as restless as she was at home just now.
So Su Qingluan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As for Mu Xingzhi's statement that he didn't allow her to cover her sister with clothes, to be frank, for Su Qingluan now, as long as it would be beneficial to her sister's condition, if Mu Xingzhi asked her to go east, she wouldn't dare to go west; if Mu Xingzhi asked her to catch geese, she wouldn't dare to catch chickens; if Mu Xingzhi asked her to go to heaven, she wouldn't dare to go to the ground.
In short, there is no need to think. In areas that you are not familiar with, the doctor is the boss, and whatever the doctor says is the truth - unless there is an obvious problem.
Su Qingluan just stared at her sleeping sister, thinking that this little girl had suffered a lot. When she recovered, she would definitely cook a table full of delicious food for her!
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan suddenly remembered that she still owed Yunniang and the person in front of her a "thank you banquet".
Su Qingluan felt a little guilty: According to the current situation, this "thank you banquet" seems to have to be postponed again...
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan glanced at Mu Xingzhi's profile: Should she just default on her debt? But including this time, this person has really helped her many times. Although it is said that having too much debt is not a worry, she can't just give up because of her credit, right?
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan wondered if there was any other way to express her gratitude to Mu Xingzhi.
However, Su Xueyan had not fully recovered yet. Su Qingluan couldn't calm down no matter how much she thought about it. She could only glance at Mu Xingzhi out of the corner of her eyes, feeling even more guilty.
After this look, Su Qingluan felt something was wrong - perhaps it was because the light in the hall was dim, which was very different from that in the daytime, or perhaps it was because she rarely looked at Mu Xingzhi's face from the side and back. In short, Su Qingluan found that the man's facial features seemed to be different from her impression.
Su Qingluan had a certain background in art, and was quite sensitive to lines and changes in light and shadow. She noticed that, although Mu Xingzhi's appearance looked roughly the same as before, there was a subtle difference for some reason—it seemed that the contours of his facial features were clearer, the lines more delicate and graceful, and the overall shape of his face was more harmonious and natural...
All in all, although there doesn’t seem to be any significant difference in appearance, it seems that his looks are more handsome than before, “ordinary yet a bit handsome and elegant”... just a little bit?
Su Qingluan was not quite sure, after all, the light was really dim.
But just as she wanted to take a closer look at the other person, she looked up and met a pair of eyes as dark as a deep pool. The man who was originally leaning over to look at Su Xueyan had glanced at Su Qingluan and asked in an unpredictable manner, "What are you looking at, Qingluan?"
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