"Ah!" Qiao Yutong sighed unhappily.
Lu Yaobing came out again and repeated everything Qiao Yutong had told her to Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaodong frowned deeply.
"What's wrong, Master?"
"It's not easy. To understand how the wound is healing, if the dermis still has regenerative cells, the scar might be removed with medication. But if the cut is really deep, then we can only use silver needles for surgery," Song Xiaodong said.
"Surgery? Master, my acupuncture skills can only treat headaches, colds, and fevers. I can't treat scars..." Lu Yaobing quickly waved her hand.
"Didn't you just tell me over the phone that you're highly skilled and surpassing your master?" Song Xiaodong tilted his head and asked Lu Yaobing.
"Hehehe..." Lu Yaobing scratched her head awkwardly.
"You shouldn't slack off!" Song Xiaodong criticized Lu Yaobing.
"I know I was wrong!" Lu Yaobing puckered her lips and hung her head.
