"Is what you're saying reliable? My son has taken me to see many major hospitals, but none have been effective,"
Uncle asked with hope in his eyes.
"Today, I'll perform acupuncture on you, and then you'll go home and take your medicine on time every day. If there's no effect in a week when you come back for a follow-up, you can tear down my shop,"
With a mysterious heritage in his possession, Su Wen was supremely confident.
"Okay!" Uncle, seeing that Su Wen dared to make such a claim, summoned up his drinking courage and slapped his bank card on the table.
"Just swipe the card for the consultation fee. If you can't cure me, I'll come back and tear down your shop,"
Su Wen was also amused by Uncle's boldness and had Ding Yingying bring over the POS machine to charge four thousand yuan.
Since he was staking the reputation of his shop, not charging a higher sum might seem cowardly.
