In the eyes of the elite, traditional Chinese medicine is nothing more than something that cannot be taken seriously.
At this moment, Zhao Dachuan was using acupuncture to treat the unconscious Zhou Bin, an act that looked to the onlookers like little more than a shaman performing a ritual at a Maoshan altar. It was all smoke and mirrors, just a charade.
"Xueyan! Isn't your boyfriend just kidding around!?" Xia Qing couldn't help but say to Wu Xueyan.
Chapter 117