Zhang Muguang paused, then said with regret, "Western medicine is available, of course. But when I went to a Western hospital to discuss it with them, they simply didn't believe that silver needles could clear blockages. They even called me a quack and suggested I study Western medicine instead of running a clinic and misguiding patients."
"It's okay, they'll soon eat their words."
Zhang Muguang had no clairvoyant ability, but she did.
Many people were gathered at the entrance of the clinic, and Si Mingjing did not want too many people to know about her golden eyes.
"Let's bring the child into the clinic first," she said. "In this bitter cold, we can't risk her getting even more chilled."
Li Yuelan took her words to heart. "Quick," she urged, "help me carry Yuanyuan inside."
The elderly Mrs. Sun grasped Li Yuelan's arm. "Yuelan," she asked, "do you really believe her?"
