Zhao's father stroked his lips and dared not say anything, but Zhao's mother said: "It's not that he is not sick, he is just afraid that you will prick him to death!"
"Yes, yes, that's it..."
Su Yang smiled, "I am the miracle doctor of Songhai. I cured the chief of the Civil Construction Bureau. So, don't be afraid. Just give him a few more acupunctures and he will be fine!"
"Dozens of stitches?"
Father Zhao’s eyes widened, he was afraid that Su Yang would really stab him to death.
Father Zhao pulled his wife and said, "I don't want to get the injection. Do you want us to just come clean?"
"No, we run the live broadcast room. If we want money, we have to find a good reason, so that Su Yang will be willing to pay."
"But why should I pretend to be sick and get an injection, while you get paid by talking?"
Su Yang wanted to laugh. The couple started arguing before he even got the money.
"Since you don't want to get an injection, it means you're not sick. Forget about the money."
Zhao's mother let go of the camera and pushed her reluctant husband up.
Su Yang raised his hand and inserted a few needles. Only he knew how much strength he used.
Without hurting Mr. Zhao's bones, at the same time making him suffer excruciating pain.
Money is not so easy to get!
Su Yang gave Zhao's father several injections, causing him to cry loudly in pain.
"I'm not sick, I really am not sick, please don't inject me..."
"Oh? Then why are you pretending to be sick?"
Father Zhao pointed at his wife and said, "She asked me to find a better excuse to ask my daughter for money."
Su Yang smiled, "What about the medical expenses of more than 10 million?"
"It was her idea. She said if you like my daughter, you will definitely be willing to pay more than 10 million. You have a lot of money anyway!"
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