After being rejected by Ye Fan, Director Chen stared blankly at the screwdriver-like silver needle, shivering all over with fright. Could this even be considered a silver needle? If it were to be stabbed into the body, wouldn't it leave a bloody hole?
Director Chen even thought that Ye Fan was settling a personal score.
"Divine Doctor Ye, can this really cure my illness?" Director Chen asked cautiously; the thing was too terrifying.
Ye Fan nodded affirmatively and said, "Of course, there's no problem. The process will be somewhat painful, though. You must endure it. If you can't bear the pain and cry out, all our efforts will be wasted. Do you understand?"
Director Chen nodded eagerly. To become a real man, Director Chen gritted his teeth and thought to himself that pain was better than being a eunuch... Ugh, what eunuch? I have the tools; they just don't work well. "I'm ready. I hope Divine Doctor Ye can be as gentle as possible."
"Lift your butt up," Ye Fan commanded.
