Yang Ruxin's heart skipped a beat. She knew her treatment wouldn't fool Doctor Wang, but she didn't plan to tell the truth. After all, people are hard to read. She then awkwardly smiled, "No, I'm just giving my mother acupuncture massages every day."
Wang Zhenggang furrowed his brow. He knew his own medical skills. The medicine could dissolve clots, but it wasn't supposed to work this well. Even acupuncture massages shouldn't have such immediate effects, but seeing the girl didn't want to say more, he didn't press further. He merely took out the silver needles, "Now I'll give her a few more acupuncture treatments. Afterward, you just continue the current care routine, but as for the medicinal broth, I think you can stop it."
"Stop it?" Yang Ruxin frowned.
"Yes," Wang Zhenggang nodded. "Even if you don't tell the truth, I know my medicinal broth isn't this effective. Continuing it would only waste money."
"Doctor Wang, I..."
