Seeing Gu Xinzhou in pain, scrunching her little face, Song Zhen said with distress, "Okay, okay, whatever you want is fine, just be gentle!"
Shen Shiqing rolled his eyes, "Am I the type to hold personal grudges?"
In fact, both Song Zhen and his wife knew that acupuncture was inherently painful, unrelated to today's conversation.
But Song Zhen always felt that making Shen Shiqing happy might help lessen his wife's suffering.
He quickly said, "Shiqing! I'll build you a private hospital, you're the boss! I won't interfere, the most I'll do is come to you for treatment and ask for a discount, does that work?"
Shen Shiqing had one thing in common with Song Zhen: a lofty sense of pride.
He held the second needle, glancing sidelong at Song Zhen, "I'm very satisfied with the soon-to-be-completed clinic, just demolish the small supermarket for me and expand it to include a canteen and inpatient department for my clinic."
