Qiao Yin breathed a sigh of relief. The first acupuncture treatment had good results, the elderly lady seemed much more lucid.
With a few more acupuncture sessions, her condition should not easily relapse.
Putting away her gold needles, Qiao Yin politely said, "I've heard from the police, your son did not die. He needs your care. You must take care of your own health and remain emotionally stable. Please, stop causing scenes."
To her surprise, the elderly woman suddenly grabbed her hand, "Doctor, did you cure my madness?"
Startled, Qiao Yin quickly withdrew her hand, stepping back, "So, you know you were mad? Speak clearly then, no need to grab at me."
Unexpectedly, the old lady knelt down before her, "Kind doctor, I beg you to save my son! If you can cure my madness, you must be able to cure him too. Please, he's living a worse than death existence. He's tried to commit suicide several times. If not for me looking after him, he would have lost his life!"
