Chief Zhao's expression grew increasingly smug, "Hahaha...."
"What are you laughing at?" Su Wen said coldly.
"I actually got better!" Chief Zhao said excitedly.
He wasn't a fool; he could sense the condition of his own body.
After Su Wen's treatment, he truly felt a different state of health compared to before.
But Chief Zhao didn't think it was Su Wen's doing.
"All right, get lost," Su Wen said impatiently.
Su Wen had thought this would make Chief Zhao grateful, but he had underestimated the malevolence of human nature.
Then Chief Zhao snorted with laughter as if he had heard an absurd joke, "What gives you the right to tell me to scram?"
"What do you mean by that?" Su Wen was getting impatient.
This guy was clearly burning his bridges after crossing.
Chief Zhao's mouth curled into a sneer, "Don't fool the naive, you think just pricking me with silver needles can cure my illness? If curing diseases was so easy, what would we need hospitals for?"
