"Elder, please calm down first." Zhou Long's broad palm firmly pressed on Mr. Zhang's shoulder, a reassuring smile on his face. "I can guarantee with my life that Doctor Chen's medical skills are absolutely reliable."
"If you rush in now, it will only harm the old lady."
His gaze was resolutely fixed on the consultation room—Chen Nan's slender fingers were pinching a silver needle, its tip glimmering like stars in the morning light.
"Nonsense!" Mr. Zhang trembled with anger, his withered hand striking his cane onto the ground with a thud, startling the sparrows under the eaves into flight. "If anything happens to my old companion..."
The old man's voice suddenly choked, murky tears rolling down his wrinkled face. "I won't forgive you all even as a ghost!"
Inside the consultation room, Chen Nan turned a deaf ear to the commotion outside.
