At the beginning, Elder Jiang felt OK.
But, as the number of needles grew and time ticked by, he began to feel sourness and numbness in his abdomen, and he could sense the needles sinking deeper and deeper into his body like a fishing hook with bait.
This feeling made him anxious and he wanted to teach Yu Gangan a lesson again.
But, he saw a thin layer of sweat on Yu Gangan's forehead.
Gold needles were difficult to apply. It required a lot of energy and one couldn't be sloppy with it.
So, before he called her trash again, he quickly swallowed back his words.
Perhaps this fake brat wasn't as sinister as he thought.
She seemed like a qualified doctor.
A moment later, Elder Jiang asked gently, "How long have you known my grandson?"
Yu Gangan did not reply and continued to concentrate on her own matter...
"How did you meet my grandson?"
"..."
