"Okay Zhuzhu, the treatment is over, you can get dressed."

Song Zhiwei turned her back, packed up the silver needles and put them into her backpack, taking the opportunity to move the clay pots in the space into them.

"Sister Song, I'm dressed." Sun Zhuzhu stretched and felt an indescribable sense of comfort all over her body. Her energy was many times better than usual. She praised in surprise, "Sister Song's medical skills are really great. It gave me the illusion of ...