The old woman seemed dazed even after she had entered the Medical Clinic, she showed no reaction even when Qiao Yin had her sit down on the chair.
Qiao Yin let out a helpless sigh, "You're lucky. My grandmother is a compassionate doctor who insisted on treating you. If not, you'd probably be in custody now."
The old woman seemed oblivious to Qiao Yin's words, she kept murmuring, "My son, my son...."
While taking her pulse, Qiao Yin pacified her, "Your son is alive; he is okay."
All of a sudden, the old lady burst into tears, "My son is living a life worse than death, and it's all your fault! You damned doctors ruined him!"
Seeing her attempt to stand, Qiao Yin immediately administered two acupuncture needles to temporarily restrict her actions and facilitate the pulse reading.
After a while, Qiao Yin turned to her grandmother and said, "I think I can treat her."
