Qi Jie glanced at her and slowly sighed. She did not want to do this either. However, Qi Han did not cooperate with her treatment. Moreover, she could not watch as she died in front of her. There were already enough people who had died this year.
After settling her mind, she began to acupuncture and moxibustion. The tiny silver needles pierced into Qi Han soft and tender skin. Soon, they turned black. When the cold air entered the bone, it would slowly turn into cold poison, causing injuries.
With each needle, Qi Jie needed to instill some true energy into it, making it even warmer,
After an hour, Qi Han had already fallen asleep weakly. Only then did Qi Jie slowly put away the needle. After wiping the needle again, he roasted it on the fire and wiped it again before putting it back.
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