"Dr. Lu, it's my turn now, right?"
Rong Jisheng had just left, and before Lu Jiu could call the next number, a man in his thirties sat directly in front of Lu Jiu.
Lu Jiu glanced at the number card and, seeing he wasn't cutting in line, smiled and said, "What's bothering you?"
Xu Biao's mouth seemed a bit unnatural, "Toothache. It started last night, and it got worse this morning. By lunchtime, I could barely open my mouth. It hurts like hell whenever I tried to put in any effort."
Lu Jiu asked, "Which side is the toothache on?"
Xu Biao pointed to his right cheek, "This side."
Lu Jiu smiled and took a finest needle from the drawer, "Reach out your hand, left hand."
Not suspecting anything, Xu Biao extended his hand to the table in front of Lu Jiu.
Lu Jiu grabbed his hand and directly inserted a needle in the area between his thumb and index finger on the left hand.
However, the positioning was quite deep, reaching the junction of the bones of the index finger and thumb.
