Qin Liuxi finished the acupuncture and threading, admiring the neat suture, her lips curving into a smile: "Truly beautiful."
Tang Xiucai, who was already pale as if fished out of water, rolled his eyes at these words and thoroughly fainted.
Buqiu, the one supporting him, looked at Qin Liuxi with ever-growing terror; she seemed to him like a demon.
Seeing Tang Xiucai pass out, Qin Liuxi's smile faded, and she closed her medicine box, feeling displeased.
"Daoist, Daoist, he, what should we do about this?" Scholar Nian stuttered.
Qin Liuxi stood up: "However he came, that's how he'll leave, right? There, he was so boisterously barking just now, wasn't he? Let him carry his good friend back; surely, that's not an issue?"
Mr. Lai, pointed at by her, wanted to curse, but, catching sight of Mu Xi and the guards behind him, he dared not.
