Chapter 625: Needle Treatment for Mrs. Ye Sr.

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Rong Qi studied Mrs. Ye Sr. with a serious expression. “I believe you’re suffering from a psychiatric disorder. It’s quite severe and requires needle treatment.”

Mrs. Ye Sr. furrowed her brow. “What kind of illness is this exactly?”

Rong Qi explained, “It’s a mental disorder stemming from a congenital tissue issue. In extreme cases, it can lead to epilepsy, paralysis, even life-threatening cerebral complications.”

Mrs. Ye Sr. struggled to grasp the complex medical jargon.

Despite her confusion, she sensed Rong Qi’s sincerity, which eased some of her skepticism.

“If you’re certain of my condition, then you should come over daily to treat me,” Mrs. Ye Sr. said, feigning frailty. “The other doctors won’t even realize I’m suffering from this disease.”

“Alright,” Rong Qi agreed.

After leaving the living room, Ye Nanshen removed his mask and asked, “What exactly did you give her?”

“Simply a new ‘biochemical weapon’ I’ve been working on, intended for others. But she was insistent on trying it herself.”

Ye Nanshen raised an eyebrow. “Was it something edible?”

“Definitely not food. But harmless. It’s designed to emit a stronger odor when it contacts water,” Rong Qi explained.

Ye Nanshen chuckled. “Planning to use it on me?”

Rong Qi blinked. “I’ve got to defend myself. Can’t have them depending on me forever.”

Madam Su, overhearing their conversation, couldn’t help but laugh.

She then asked, “What about the mental illness you mentioned?”

Rong Qi smiled wryly. “Exactly what you’re thinking, Madam Su.”

Madam Su shook her head amusedly. “You’re a real trickster! Only you could handle them like this.”

For the next several days, Rong Qi adhered to his promise, administering her unique “needle treatment” to the old madam. Each morning, as the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, Rong Qi would arrive, armed with an unusually large silver needle, much to the old madam’s chagrin.

Despite her initial bravado, Mrs. Ye Sr.’s tolerance began to wane with each passing day. The sight of her own bruised skin in the mirror and Rong Qi meticulously disinfecting her oversized needles finally brought her to her breaking point.

“I’m not feeling well today,” she protested weakly, eyeing the needles with a mix of fear and frustration. “You don’t have to come this week.”

“That won’t do. Let me know where it hurts. Maybe I can adjust the technique,” Rong Qi insisted.

Mrs. Ye Sr. was at a loss for words. She said, “I feel uncomfortable just seeing you! When I say no more, I mean no more. Don’t come again..”