Song Ci was sweating profusely from the pain, her body trembling, but she gritted her teeth and endured it, her pursed lips letting out some faint groans.
Hong You took a clean cotton handkerchief to wipe her sweat, looked at Lin Qing with the needle, and said, "Doctor Lin, isn't there a gentler needling method? Madam seems to be in too much pain."
"As the saying goes, 'pain means obstruction.' Most of Madam's meridians are blocked, so the sudden needle insertion naturally hurts. As it gradually clears, it will become easier," Lin Qing looked at Song Ci and said softly, "Madam, you don't need to hold it in. If it's really painful, you can shout."
Song Ci weakly said, "Shout at what? Shout at the heavens for playing with me? Shouting won't help, the pain will still be there, so I might as well save my breath. Ouch, it hurts, Doctor Lin, please have mercy."
