"Sorry, Mr. Su, I didn't expect...he would bring you here." Ling Yiran said awkwardly.

Mr. Su didn't ask any more questions. After all, having lived to his age, he naturally knew that there were many things he shouldn't ask, so he shouldn't ask them.

So he just spread out the tools he brought over and asked Ling Yiran to stretch out his right hand.

Various types of needle knives made Ling Yiran think of the pain during the last treatment, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Just when Mr. Su was about to insert the needle knife into the back of Ling Yiran's hand, Yi Jinli suddenly grabbed Mr. Su's wrist, "What are you doing?"

"Treatment, what else can I do?" Mr. Su said angrily. He didn't like his treatment to be interrupted like this.

"Since you need to use acupuncture for treatment, why not give an anesthetic first?" Yi Jinli frowned.

"If we use anesthesia, how do we figure out the reaction of her fingers? What we need is her most natural reaction so that we can treat it!" Mr. Su said.

Yi Jinli was still hesitant, "But this needle knife..."

"It's okay, I already had treatment last time." Ling Yiran raised his head and said to Yi Jinli, "Besides, this little pain, for me, I can just endure it for a while."

It's like being in prison, enduring the pain, and it will pass after you endure it.

I just endured it in prison for a while, it was endurance without hope, but now, I endure it with hope.

She wanted to regain the flexibility of her fingers, even if it couldn't be as good as before, but as long as it was better than it was now, it was worth enduring the pain.

Yi Jinli's expression changed slightly. Her words seemed to make him think of something. He let go of Mr. Su's hand, but suddenly clasped the fingers of Ling Yiran's left hand tightly.

"What are you doing?" she asked in surprise.

"If you feel pain, just hold my hand tightly and I will hurt with you," he said.

"No, I can bear it." She wanted to take her fingers out of his.

But he still held her hand tightly, and then turned his eyes to Mr. Su, "That's it, let's get started."

Mr. Su looked at Ling Yiran and Yi Jinli and couldn't help but sigh. He thought of the last time when Ling Yiran came to his clinic for treatment, Gu Lichen also extended his hand for Ling Yiran to hold on to.

Two men both made similar actions toward the same woman, and the meaning of such actions couldn't be more obvious.

And among the three people, it is destined that at least one person will not be able to achieve perfection. However, this man seems to be on par with Li Chen.

Mr. Su's mind was filtering through the candidates in Shencheng who were of this age but seemed to be on par with Li Chen. After a moment, his body was shaken.

Yi Jinli, Master Yi from Shencheng!

On the way here, he also heard the word "Yi Ye" mentioned by those who brought him here.

This man can’t be Yi Jinli!

But immediately, Mr. Su stopped thinking about this. For him, the most important thing at the moment was to treat Ling Yiran.

The sharp needle knife pierced the back of Ling Yiran's hand.

Ling Yiran's body stiffened suddenly, and he subconsciously wanted to clench his fists, trying to endure the pain.

But her left hand was holding his hand.

She could feel that her nails even dug deeply into his skin. Even though her nails were usually trimmed and were not long, she knew that if she grabbed them with such force, his hands would also

Injuried.
Chapter completed!