Zhang Xiaomeng picked up a twenty-centimeter-long needle and thrust it towards the woman's face, piercing through from one end of the skin to the other.
This was the largest silver needle in traditional Chinese medicine.
Most people couldn't bear it, let alone a woman.
The syphilitic woman let out a wail.
"Ah, you quack, are you trying to rob and murder me?"
Zhang Xiaomeng, however, waved his hand dismissively, "It seems you no longer wish to be treated, fine, I won't treat you."
Zhang Xiaomeng turned to leave.
The woman's eyes flickered desperately; if Zhang Xiaomeng left, her money would be gone.
"Damn it, come back here, treat me, is it not just half an hour?"
This kid looked rich, she thought, and if I don't swindle you into a beggar, I might as well bury myself in a hole.
What followed was Zhang Xiaomeng treating the woman for a full ten minutes, those silver needles continuously piercing through her face and scalp, seemingly causing blood to flow incessantly.
