Qiao Yin breathed a sigh of relief. The effect of acupuncture for the first time was good, and the old lady's mind became much clearer.

If she receives more acupuncture in the future, her disease will not relapse easily.

After putting away the golden needle, Qiao Yin said politely: "I have heard from the police that your son is indeed not dead. He still needs your care. You should take care of your body, maintain a stable mood, and don't come out to make trouble."

Already."

But the old lady grabbed Qiao Yin's hand fiercely: "Doctor, did you cure my madness?"

Qiao Yin was startled and hurriedly pulled her hand out. She took a step back and said vigilantly: "So you know you are crazy? Then please speak up and don't do anything."

Who knew that the old lady suddenly knelt down in front of her: "Kind doctor, please save my son! You can even cure my madness, and you can definitely cure my son, please! I beg you!"

My son's life is worse than death now. He has committed suicide several times. If I hadn't been watching over him, he would have died a long time ago!"

Qiao Yin originally planned to check on her son, because if the old lady was treated alone, she might still get sick from her son's disease.

She just didn't expect that the old lady's son would try to commit suicide many times. No wonder it would drive the old lady insane, causing her to always think that her son was dead.

She stepped forward and helped the old lady up: "If you can stop making trouble, I will burn some incense. Just don't kneel down. If you kneel down to me at such an old age, isn't it shortening my life? Get up quickly."

"Then can you help my son with medical treatment? I will give you money! As long as you can cure my son, I will give you all the money in the family!"

"I can look at him. You can bring him here. But I may not be able to cure him. Don't have too much hope yet. If his spine is seriously damaged, even the gods won't be able to save him."

"Not the spine!"

The old lady seemed to have grasped some life-saving straw and said hurriedly: "I'm going home right now, and I'll bring my son!"

After she finished speaking, she hurried away.

Half an hour later, a taxi stopped at the door of Shen's Medical Center.

The old lady took out the wheelchair from the trunk, and with the help of the taxi driver, she moved her son into the wheelchair.

This scene was seen by many people.

Everyone was shocked: "Could this be the old lady's son?"

"Didn't the old lady say that her son was killed by Shen's Medical Center?"

"Maybe it's not her son, but her nephew or something?"

"But it's also possible that he is really her son. You can see that they look quite similar."

"The old lady was dragged in by the people from Shen's Medical Center before. I don't know what was said to her, so she asked the old lady to bring her son."

"Her son is obviously paralyzed. He should be here for treatment, right?"

"Treatment? Isn't Shen's Medical Center always causing trouble? How dare you ask them for treatment? The old lady is not afraid of death!"

"How about we go in and take a look? Help the poor old lady?"

"Let's go and have a look!"

The people in the surrounding shops didn't care about their own shop. After leaving one person to look after the shop, they all went to Shen's Medical Center.

The people who were left to look after the store were simply beating their chests and feet, unable to go and see what was going on. They were scratching their heads and feeling uncomfortable.

Qiao Yin didn't expect so many people to come. At first glance, these people didn't come to see a doctor, they just came to watch the fun.

However, this doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

Ye Wan also felt that this was a good time to clear the medical clinic's reputation, and immediately explained to everyone: "This old man has been saying outside that we killed her son. In fact, we didn't. The man in the wheelchair is her son.

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Everyone was whispering for a while.

Ye Wan continued: "The old man's mental state is not good and her memory is disordered, so she mistakenly thought that it was us who killed her son, but we actually don't know them."

"Dr. Qiao from our medical center stabilized the elderly woman's mental illness immediately. After she regained consciousness, she asked Dr. Qiao to help treat her son."

"Dr. Qiao is diagnosing this patient's pulse now. Please keep quiet."

The people watching the excitement in the clinic looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally calmed down.
Chapter completed!