The boss, Wang Ping, was an elder over fifty, with a weather-beaten face and deeply sunken eyes, deep and bright, looking very spirited.
He had witnessed everything that just happened, and although he couldn't believe that Nianyang, at such a young age, could treat illnesses, he noticed that despite all the skepticism from others, Nianyang remained calm and stable. If it were him, he might have fumed with anger or been profoundly embarrassed. This composure alone indicated she was no ordinary person!
Hearing Nianyang request for silver needles, he handed over the tool kit without hesitation, "Young friend, do you need any other medical instruments?"
Nianyang smiled, "Thank you, boss, but the silver needles will suffice!"
Wang Ping's beard trembled; only needing silver needles, could it mean she's going to use acupuncture for the treatment?
