"Since it's about treating an illness, naturally there will be some pain. I advise you not to move, or if you do, you'll end up losing your life for nothing, which is not good."
Qian Xiaotian was so scared his hand stopped in mid-air, while Qin Hao took out the silver needle again, his eyes turning cold as his hands moved rapidly.
"Your eyes, clouded, are already blind and need treatment!"
"Your mouth, uncontrolled and disrespectful, speaks without care; you're better off mute, and need treatment!"
"Your body, neither hardworking nor discerning, also needs treatment!"
With Qin Hao's words, Qian Xiaotian's screams never ceased.
As the Ghost Doctor, with one hand he heals, with the other he kills. A silver needle can make your chronic illness completely cured overnight, or make you suffer so much you'd rather be dead!
"Ah!!! Please, just kill me! Kill me quickly, I beg you, let me be free!"
Qian Xiaotian was in extreme agony.
