Five years later, she surprised the world with her Zaizai

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Yaning raised her face like a frightened bird and looked over.

"Don't come over! Didn't I tell you, I want to be alone!" Song Yaning choked and shouted, "Stop comforting me. Will there be any scars on my body? Your comfort is not useful! If With the scar, all my efforts over the years are useless..."

Hearing this, Ning Nuannuan understood that Song Yaning was sad that the allergic parts of her body would leave scars.

Ning Nuannuan walked around the debris at her feet and walked slowly to Song Yaning.

Song Yaning saw that Ning Nuannuan did not listen to her words, but was getting closer and closer to her. She couldn't help shouting hysterically: "Can't you listen to what I said? I don't need anyone to help me now! No one can help me Me! Even the King of Heaven can't help me! No one can...I don't know how I ended up like this?!"

Ning Nuannuan had seen Song Yaning's interview, which was gentle and elegant.

As Song Yaning herself said...

In fact, this incident has nothing to do with Song Yaning. It is more about someone using Song Yaning to achieve the purpose of harming her.

At this time, Ning Nuannuan didn't think Song Yaning was crazy at all. On the contrary, she only felt guilty and self-blame for her.

"I can help you..." Ning Nuan's almond-shaped eyes flashed with determination as she walked towards Song Yaning step by step.

"Help me?" Song Yaning smoothed her hair, crawled to the bedside with a tearful smile, and stared at Ning Nuannuan, "I don't care why you are here? Are you a fan of mine? Or are you sent to me by my company? No matter you are a psychological counselor, please disappear from me, disappear! I don’t need your pity, and I don’t believe you can do anything to help me!”

Song Yaning was a little excited.

She even had to get out of the hospital bed barefoot.

Ning Nuannuan was worried that Song Yaning's feet would step on the broken glass, so she knocked her unconscious with a knife the moment she got out of bed.

"you--"

"Go to sleep, I won't lie to you." Ning Nuan's almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, and her red lips parted slightly, "Everything will be fine when you wake up."

Song Yaning felt a pain in her neck and fell asleep.

Ning Nuannuan's fingers were placed on Song Yaning's wrist to feel her pulse.

From the perspective of Western medicine, Song Yaning's allergies are a deep stress reaction caused by the skin being exposed to unpleasant chemicals. But from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, Song Yaning's allergies are more like the invasion of evil poisons into the body, rashes and damage to the skin barrier. It's more like the effect of evil poison on superficial symptoms.

The top priority now is to metabolize the toxins in Song Yaning's body, and then apply Chinese herbal medicine on her damaged skin to speed up the recovery of the skin.

Ning Nuannuan opened the acupuncture bag she brought with her, unfolded it, and took out a silver needle that shone with coldness.

After holding her breath and concentrating, Ning Nuannuan untied Song Yaning's hospital gown with one hand, and applied needles neatly on the acupuncture points on her body with the other hand.

Tianzong, Hunmen, Huiyang, Blood Sea...the strength and depth of each needle are different.

After inserting all the ice needles into Song Yaning's acupuncture points, Ning Nuannuan's clothes were already soaked with sweat.

She had not noticed the injury on her leg because she was so focused before. Now after applying the needles, Ning Nuannuan only realized the area where the needles were stitched. Maybe the needle thread had pulled the skin and started to hurt again.

Unable to stand any longer, Ning Nuannuan sat down.

Song Yaning was given an ice needle and was also in torment.

At the acupuncture point where the needle was inserted, there was constant mist like moisture, which emanated from the tail of the silver needle little by little, and the color of the silver needle also changed from the silvery white in the middle to black.

Although Song Yaning did not wake up with her eyes open, she was obviously struggling in pain, her brows were furrowed, and sweat was constantly flowing down her forehead.

By ten minutes, the pain reached its peak.

As time went by for half an hour, the pain gradually decreased, and Song Yaning's complexion and facial expression became much better than at the beginning.