"I'll treat you now, but the process may be a little painful. You have to bear it." Zachary pulled up the old man and said to the man in the wheelchair.
A smile appeared at the corner of the man's mouth. He nodded and said weakly, "I'm not afraid!"
Zachary nodded, and then asked the old man to put the wheelchair flat and let the man lie on it. Then he took out the silver needle and looked serious.
"I'm going to poke all your pustules," Zachary said.
Hearing this, the old man trembled and burst into tears again, but he still kept cheering his son, "d**k, you must hold back. There are not many good doctors like Dr. Ching who doesn't dislike you."
Dick nodded, clenched his fists and stuffed them into his mouth.
Zachary held his breath and concentrated. The si
