C398 The Difficult Treatment

About ten minutes later.

Zhang Xiaofann finally adjusted his state of mind.

Then, he picked up the silver needles again.

With one hand, he lifted the sleeves of Qin Xiyan's nightgown.

With the other hand, the silver needles in his hand flew down quickly.

"Falling needle, spinning needle, withdrawing needle."

"One movement, clean and neat, without any sloppiness."

"In less than a minute