Qian Weimin wanted to say something else. Yun Yi raised his hand and a flying needle pierced the back of Qian Weimin's hand.
"What are you doing?"
Qian Weimin was shocked and wanted to pull out the needle on the back of his hand, but at this moment Yun Yi came to him at an astonishing speed and took out the needle at the same time.
One shot, two shots...
Without Qian Weimin making any resistance, Yun Yi had administered eight consecutive injections to Qian Weimin.
"You crazy person!"
Qian Weimin cursed and pinched the needle on the back of his right hand with his left hand. When he wanted to pull it out, he found that the needle seemed to be growing on the back of his hand and could not be pulled out at all.
Moreover, when he exerted force, the pulling pain was as if the flesh on the back of his hand was being torn out.
"How is this going?"
Qian Weimin was dumbfounded, how on earth did this happen?
At this time, Yun Yi took out another thin needle and said to Qian Weimin: "Did you see it? My needle has barbs. The more you try to pull it out, the more painful it will be."
"Furthermore, these eight needles will be drilled in every day. After eight days, the eight needles will completely enter your body and become part of your body, torturing you for a lifetime. This torturous acupuncture method is called ghost acupuncture.
"
"Hiss~~"
Qian Weimin took a deep breath. Is this ghost needle really so scary?
Just when Qian Weimin felt suspicious, the eight needles stuck in his body started to move, and they continued to penetrate into his body.
The almost heartbreaking pain made Qian Weimin finally believe that Yun Yi was not scaring him.
With a plop, Qian Weimin knelt down in front of Yun Yi.
"Little miracle doctor, I know I was wrong, please let me go!"
The people around him were all stunned. Unexpectedly, Qian Weimin knelt down and begged for mercy.
In Yun Yi's opinion, this is reasonable, and not everyone can bear the torture of ghost needles.
Yun Yi said immediately: "I can help you remove the needle, but you have to promise me to do one thing."
"If you say it, I will definitely do it." Qian Weimin quickly agreed.
Yun Yi said: "Don't you think you can make money? From now on, you will donate one million to our Yishen Orphanage in Qingyang City every year. Can you do that?"
"Yes." Qian Weimin agreed without hesitation.
Yun Yi said: "However, if you let me know in the future that you are doing such things as raising prices to harm patients, I will let you suffer the pain caused by ghost needles again."
Qian Weimin was stunned and felt a little embarrassed.
Because of his status, if he didn't charge more harshly, he would make much less money, and it would be relatively difficult to donate one million a year.
"Why, don't you dare to agree?" Yun Yi asked in a deep voice.
"Promise, I promise."
Qian Weimin nodded quickly. The torture of the eight needles on his body had made him feel unprecedented pain, so much so that his body was soaked with sweat, so he could only agree now.
Yun Yi said: "Okay, you can get out now and come to see me at the Crazy Doctor's Clinic in three days and I will help you remove these needles."
"Why three days later?"
Yun Yi said: "The ghost acupuncture torture on you should last for about three hours every day, and you will be fine after three hours. I will let you endure this pain for three days as your punishment."
Qian Weimin was dumbfounded again.
He wanted to say something, but Yun Yi glared at him. He didn't dare to say anything anymore and walked away dejectedly.
Seeing Qian Weimin leaving, everyone looked at Yun Yi blankly.