The old woman watched Claire's back, a glint flashing in her eyes before she slowly closed them.
Claire took out a silver needle from the medicine box and placed her hand on the old woman's pulse. Her brow furrowed, but after a moment, she sighed in relief. Although the old woman's body felt weak and feeble from the pulse, it was clear that her body's functions had been maintained through years of medication. For Claire, this was not a hopeless situation.
"Grandma, let me take care of your treatment from now on. Don't worry, I will make you healthy again," Claire said with a gentle tone and a soft laugh.
Hearing this, the man in the suit beside the old woman snorted coldly. "My grandma has been treated here for years and hasn't seen any improvement. How dare you speak such big words?"
Claire looked up at the man in the suit and said calmly, "Don't believe me? Just wait and see if I can cure her."
