Rong Qi studied Mrs. Ye Sr. with a serious expression. "I believe you're suffering from a psychiatric disorder. It's quite severe and requires needle treatment."
Mrs. Ye Sr. furrowed her brow. "What kind of illness is this exactly?"
Rong Qi explained, "It's a mental disorder stemming from a congenital tissue issue. In extreme cases, it can lead to epilepsy, paralysis, even life-threatening cerebral complications."
Mrs. Ye Sr. struggled to grasp the complex medical jargon.
Despite her confusion, she sensed Rong Qi's sincerity, which eased some of her skepticism.
"If you're certain of my condition, then you should come over daily to treat me," Mrs. Ye Sr. said, feigning frailty. "The other doctors won't even realize I'm suffering from this disease."
"Alright," Rong Qi agreed.
After leaving the living room, Ye Nanshen removed his mask and asked, "What exactly did you give her?"
