Upon hearing this, Lu Qiqi burst out laughing.
It's not her fault, after all, she really couldn't imagine which brave man would dare to step forward and tell fortunes when Xing Zhi had such a stern face.
But it was precisely because of her smile that the atmosphere in the tent instantly eased, making it less oppressive.
Dr. Luo left in a hurry, but he always carried his eating utensils on his back.
He pulled a piece of black silk cloth rolled into a strip from his chest, and when he unfolded it, you could see a thin needle stuck in it.
However, this needle was different from Lu Qiqi's; half of it was made of gold.
Doctor Luo took out a gold needle, soaked it in alcohol to disinfect it, and looked up at Lu Qiqi, saying, "Girl, today I will teach you a set of acupuncture techniques called Ghost Needle."
This wasn't the first time Lu Qiqi had heard of the Ghost Needle; he had heard Ren Yuan mention it before, saying it was created by his ancestor.
The name "Ghost Needle" comes from its unpredictable and elusive nature.
Lu Qiqi replied solemnly, "Yes."
Then, Doctor Luo walked up to Xing Zhi, held the gold needle, and used a peculiar technique to quickly insert it under the skin.
Every stitch was beyond Lu Qiqi's expectations.
Doctor Luo stopped after using only one gold needle, and a thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead.
Lu Qiqi handed him a handkerchief.
He took the handkerchief and wiped his sweat, saying, "I'm getting old, and I'll have fewer and fewer chances to use this ghost needle technique each time. Girl, you'd better hurry up and learn it!"
Looking at Xing Zhi's head, which was now covered in thorns, Lu Qiqi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and chuckled, "Okay, I will definitely study hard."
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