Shao Qingyuan nodded and said a few words to the owner of the medical center. Then, he looked at Yang He. The people here were still waiting for treatment, so it was more urgent. "What are your plans?"
Yang He knelt on the ground with a thud. "Doctor Shao, please save my grandfather's life."
There was no need for such a big courtesy. The corners of Shao Qingyuan's mouth twitched as he helped him up.
"Since you trust me, I'll give you a prescription. You can go and get the medicine. Don't worry, it's not expensive."
"Then when will my grandfather wake up?" When Yang He heard his words, he immediately relaxed, but he was still a little excited.
"Immediately." As Shao Qingyuan spoke, he took out the acupuncture bag at his waist, pulled out the silver needles inside, and pricked the back of the old man's head twice.
Yang Zhifu, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.
Seeing that his wife and Yang He were both there, he heaved a sigh of relief.
