Ye Xiu inserted the needle, and Old Liu immediately let out a squeal like a pig being slaughtered.
"Ow, ow, ow, it's killing me! Stop, stop..."
"Good medicine tastes bitter. To cure your illness, a little pain is nothing," Ye Xiu said, ignoring Old Liu's struggles and continuing the acupuncture, targeting every spot that hurt.
Despite howling from the pain, Old Liu endured it, thinking about the 100,000 he'd earn after the torment was over.
When Jiao Fuping arrived with his secretary, they walked in on Old Liu's screaming. Jiao Fuping's face turned ashen.
He refused to believe that someone with Ye Xiu's medical skills couldn't tell Old Liu's sense of smell was fine. Obviously, Ye Xiu was tormenting him on purpose.
However, Jiao Fuping didn't seem to mind, watching with a smile.
A full ten minutes passed.
Finally, Ye Xiu stopped.
By then, Old Liu's clothes were completely soaked with sweat from the pain.
"Can you smell anything now?" Ye Xiu asked with a smile.
