The Patient on the sick bed was unhappy. "No, wait a minute. It usually takes half an hour each time I come, so why was it only five minutes today? Now that I've paid, are you starting to slack off on me?"
Then the man lifted his head slightly, glancing suspiciously at Zheng Yuancheng and the others. "You haven't made some mistake, have you?"
Zheng Yuancheng was old. Coupled with the exhaustion from the entire previous day, he hadn't rested well the night before either. He'd also been in meetings all This morning, leaving him currently too fatigued to think of an immediate answer.
Meanwhile, the acupuncturist beside them still had no idea what had gone wrong.
Seeing the Patient's suspicion deepening, Du Heng quickly said, "It's my fault."
Hearing Du Heng admit his mistake, both Zheng Yuancheng and the acupuncturist were taken aback.
The Patient, however, furrowed his brows. "Your fault? What did you do wrong?"
