Rong Qi's expression turned grave. "Abandoning treatment now would compromise my medical ethics. If you persist, I'll have no choice but to discuss this with Grandpa. I'm beginning to suspect you're intentionally trying to discredit my medical expertise."
Mrs. Ye Sr. was so infuriated by Rong Qi's words that she struggled to catch her breath.
Reluctantly, she endured another session of Rong Qi's painful needle treatment. The servants winced just watching it.
Mrs. Ye Sr.'s cries of pain echoed through the room, her body drenched in sweat. When the session finally ended, she slumped into her chair, utterly drained. "I believe I'm cured now. You don't need to come back. Please, don't come back!" The last few words were hissed through clenched teeth.
Rong Qi raised an eyebrow. "Are you certain you won't need further treatment? Are you fully recovered?"
Mrs. Ye Sr. was too exhausted to respond.
