Old Mrs. Chen came to her senses. Now that she had no other choice, she could only try anything, hoping that the brat might actually cure her precious son's strange illness!

She looked at Chen Qingqing with pleading eyes, "Qingqing, please, please save my son!"

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill your precious son with this treatment?" Chen Qingqing sneered.

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Chen gritted her teeth in hatred.

That shameless brat! We're really giving her a hard time, and she's acting like a grandson in a cradle.

If I didn't need her help, I would have kicked her out...

Forget it, as long as my son is alright, there will be plenty of opportunities to settle scores with her later.

Old Mrs. Chen took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and said in a tearful voice, "Qing'er, I was confused just now. Please have mercy and save my son!"

Chen Qingqing shook her head and sighed, "Alright, I'm too soft-hearted for that. I'll let the scholar take a look since you're the mother of a scholar."

As she spoke, she approached Chen Zhancai and Ruhua, pretended to examine them, and then began to fabricate a story.

"Judging from their dazed expressions, lifeless eyes, and their alternating blank and agitated states, combined with their strange behavior just now, we can conclude that they are suffering from 'mental insanity'."

"Lost your mind? What does 'lost your mind' mean?" Old Mrs. Chen asked, her eyes wide.

Chen Qingqing coughed lightly, feigning seriousness, "Mental instability is caused by some kind of stimulation, leading to excessive excitement and mental disorder."

"Oh dear, so that's what happened. Is this illness serious?"

"As you just saw, they behave strangely, talk nonsense, and attack people without warning, harming them invisibly. If they are not treated in time, their lives are in danger at any time."

"What?! People are dying?!" Old Mrs. Chen's body trembled violently, her legs went weak and she almost collapsed to the ground, shouting anxiously, "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and save them!"

"That's right, stop babbling on and get treatment!" Old Chen was so anxious he was jumping up and down on the spot.

Chen Qingqing smiled dismissively, "I can treat patients, but I have a rule: you must pay the consultation fee first before I can practice medicine and treat patients."

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Chen's eyes widened in surprise. "You still want money?"

"Nonsense! Which doctor doesn't charge for treatment?" Chen Qingqing retorted without hesitation.

She already had a plan in mind. With Chen Zhancai's smug, arrogant, and disrespectful behavior, he didn't deserve to be called a human being.

He felt he was losing out even if he gave him a single penny; he had to get back the two strings of cash he had given as a gift, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly.

Old Mrs. Chen's face turned bright red, and she asked through gritted teeth, "How much money do you want?"

"Others need twenty taels of silver, but I'll give you two taels just because you're a scholar's mother!"

"Two taels of silver? Why don't you just rob me?" Old Mrs. Chen screamed.

Old Chen's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Two taels of silver? This is robbing someone in their time of need!"

Chen Qingqing smiled and shook her head, "Since you're so willing to risk your lives rather than spend your money, then you should find someone else!"

"There are other doctors in the world besides you, I really don't believe it." Old Mrs. Chen shouted at Chen Zhanliang, "Second son, stop standing there like an idiot, hurry up and go get another doctor."

"Mother, please stop this nonsense. Zhancai's illness can't be delayed. If something unexpected happens, it will be too late to regret it." Chen Zhanliang stood still.

Grandma Chen stomped her feet in anger, "I'm so angry! Old man, if he won't go, you go."

"Don't worry, old woman, I'm going right now." Old Chen lifted his leg and walked outside.

Chen Qingqing sneered, "I'm just kindly reminding you that there's still half an hour left. If you don't get treatment in time, the scholar's life will be in danger."

Upon hearing this, Old Man Chen quickly stopped and approached Old Woman Chen, lowering his voice to say...

"Old woman, our son's life is more important. Don't worry about the money. Just consider it money to send away a beggar. Hurry up and let this brat take a look at him. If something happens to him, it will be too late to cry."

Old Mrs. Chen was heartbroken, reluctant to part with the two taels of silver, but she was also worried about Chen Zhancai's safety.

Her son had finally passed the imperial examination and become a scholar; if he were to die, all her hard work over the past life would have been for nothing.

As the saying goes, as long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. It's just a couple of taels of silver!

If my son can pass the imperial examination and become an official, he will be incredibly wealthy and powerful.

She could easily come up with two hundred taels, or even two thousand taels, let alone two taels of silver.

We must never do something as absurd as losing the big picture for a small gain...

After careful consideration, Old Mrs. Chen looked up at Chen Qingqing beside her, her tone softening.

"Qing'er, I was too hasty just now, but two taels of silver is indeed too much. Please consider that we are neighbors, could you reduce the price a bit, how about five hundred copper coins?"

Chen Qingqing said in an unquestionable tone, "There's no room for negotiation. It's just two taels of silver. You can treat me or not, it's up to you."

"Alright, alright, two ounces it is."

Old Mrs. Chen gritted her teeth and stamped her foot, then gestured for Old Mr. Chen behind her to bring over the two strings of cash she had just given as a gift. She handed them to Chen Qingqing and said resentfully,

"This is the gift you just gave. I didn't expect it to be returned to you before I even had a chance to enjoy it. Please keep it safe and get my son treated!"

Chen Qingqing didn't want to waste any more words with her, so she went straight to Chen Zhancai and instructed Xiaoyu and Dabao beside her, "You two hold onto the scholar and don't let him move around. I'm going to start treating him."

After saying that, she took out a silver needle from the needle pouch in her handbag.

Grandma Chen looked completely bewildered and hurriedly asked, "What are you trying to do?"

"Yes, weren't you here to treat an illness? Why did you pull out a needle?" Old Chen was so frightened that he trembled all over.

"Of course it's for treating illness. I need to use this silver needle to prick the patient's fingers to expel the evil wind and evil qi from his body so that he can return to normal."

Chen Qingqing glanced at the two of them impatiently, waved her hand, and said seriously,

"Alright, you wouldn't understand anyway. Get away from here, or you might get hurt."

"No, no, wait a minute." Old Mrs. Chen quickly raised her hand to stop her, and then asked, "Let me ask, does it hurt to prick someone with such a long needle?"

"Your fingers are connected to your heart, do you think it hurts?"

“Oh dear, what should we do? My son has always been afraid of anything with sharp edges or thorns.”

"Yes, such a long needle makes me dizzy just looking at it. If I were to get pricked with it, it would hurt like hell!" Old Chen grimaced.

Chen Qingqing sneered inwardly. "You're all biased, aren't you? You dote on this son the most, right? Today, I'll let you watch him suffer."

"Are you going to let me get treatment or not? If it takes too long and something goes wrong, I won't be responsible."

"Alright, alright, then go ahead and do the acupuncture!" Old Mrs. Chen felt sorry for her son, but worried about potential accidents, so she had no choice but to agree...

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