The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 900

Chapter 900: 700 Su Wen Awakens! [Chapter 1]_2

"The Second Madam is cunning, and the Third Madam is eager for quick success. This doctor looks ordinary, but is actually timid and afraid of trouble, also greedy for fame and fortune. Doing something like this is not surprising."

Yu Xuesheng is not only a Hypnotist but also a top psychologist.

After all, something happened.

Sinai’s heart sank: "Ah Ying, then you..."

"Hmm, this needle technique won’t just fail to repair the First Madam’s nerves; it will cause massive internal bleeding," Ying Zijin said indifferently, "If unsuccessful, Madam Su Wen will die."

But it made no difference.

Su Wen finally woke up.

"Don’t tell me, people vomit blood for no reason."

Su Wen hesitated for a moment, her voice hoarse: "Is it Xiao Xinnai?"

[Alert! Alert!]

"It’s me, it’s me." Sinai restrained the emotions rolling inside, "I’m Sinai." fre.ew(e)bnov el.com

The more she spoke, the louder her voice became, "Sinai, what kind of doctor did you invite? Was it to harm Big Sister-in-law on purpose?"

After a while, Ying Zijin removed all the needles, pondering, "She should rest for a few more hours, and Madam Su Wen will be able to wake up."

Sinai’s expression changed: "Big Sister-in-law!"

"I can just change the acupuncture techniques," Ying Zijin took out the silver needles, "It’s not like I can’t adapt."

On the blue screen, there was indeed a box continuously popping out.

At the next instant, Ying Zijin saw a pair of eyes.

Su Wen looked at Sinai, noticing her long platinum hair and blue eyes.

"We saw clearly, Big Sister-in-law vomited blood and fainted!"

Although Ying Zijin had changed her face, she kept her eye shape for simplicity.

The two locked eyes.

"And you, you’re truly a disgrace among doctors." The Third Madam coldly looked at Ying Zijin, "You deliberately misled us into believing you could heal the First Madam, but now?!"

"Big Sister-in-law." Sinai supported the unconscious Su Wen, turning her head with a cold gaze, "What did you do?"

He can judge what a person is thinking through micro-expressions.

Then, uncontrollably, her gaze fell once again on the girl, waves of dizziness engulfing her: "You, you are—"

Both pairs were almond-shaped eyes.

On the white floor, a puddle of dark blood stood starkly visible, shocking the eye.

Ying Zijin raised her hand, inserting one needle after another.

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