Ming Xueying shot up from the woman's lap with a yell, moving with a swiftness completely unlike an "unconscious" person.
"I'm fine! Completely fine!"
Ming Xueying clutched her burning back, retreating repeatedly, "Thank you, this... this miracle doctor!"
The woman, still not satisfied, held up the silver needles, wanting to showcase more of their ancient village's profound traditional medicine skills in front of the camera.
"No need to be polite, beautiful. How about I give you a 'three-needle awakening' to consolidate?"
"No, no need!"
Ming Xueying hid behind Jia Yao, the burning pain on her back making her grimace.
She secretly touched her back, feeling the welts rising on her skin, fearing it was already "scraped" beyond recognition.
Now, anyone with a discerning eye could see Ming Xueying had been faking unconsciousness.
In the live broadcast room, more and more people questioned Ming Xueying.
