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

Mr. Su didn't ask anything more. After all, he had lived to his age, so he naturally knew that many things shouldn't be asked, so he shouldn't ask.

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

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

Just as 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 is this for?"

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

"Since you need to treat it, you need to use an acupuncture, why not take an anesthetic first?" Yi Jinli frowned.

"If you take an anesthetic, how can you figure out the reaction of her fingers? What you need is her most natural reaction to be able to treat it!" Mr. Su said.

Yi Jinli was still hesitating, "But this needle..."

"It's okay, I've been treated once last time." Ling Yiran looked up at Yi Jinli and said, "Besides, this pain is enough for me to endure it for a while."

Just like in prison, I endured the pain and endured it and it passed.

Just tolerate it in prison, there is no hope for tolerance, but now, there is a kind of hope to endure it.

If you want your fingers to be able to regain flexibility, even if you can't get back to the original, it's better than it is now, and it's worth her to endure that pain.

Yi Jinli's face changed slightly. Her words seemed to make him think of something. He let go of Mr. Su's hand, but suddenly he clasped his five fingers with Ling Yiran's left hand.

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

"If you feel pain, hold my hand tightly and I will accompany you to the pain." He said.

"No, I can stand it." She wanted to pull her fingers out of his fingers.

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

Mr. Su looked at Ling Yiran and Yi Jinli and couldn't help but sigh. Thinking of the last time when Ling Yiran came to his clinic for treatment, Gu Lichen also stretched out his hand and asked Ling Yiran to grab it.

Both men made similar actions to the same woman, and such actions mean nothing more obvious.

And three people are destined to have at least one person who cannot achieve perfection. But this man looks like a stern person.

Mr. Su's mind filtered the candidate who was at this age, but who looked comparable to Li Chen. After a moment, his body shook.

Yi Jinli, Master Yi from Shenzhen City!

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

This man could not be Yi Jinli!

But immediately, Mr. Su didn't think about this. For him, the most important thing at the moment was to treat Ling Yiran's hands.

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

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

But her left hand was holding his hand.

She could feel that her nails were even deeply trapped in his skin. Even though her nails were usually trimmed and not long, she knew that if she held this force, she would be afraid that his hands would be injured.
Chapter completed!