"Brother-in-law... don't scare me..." Shui Qinghe looked at Song Xiaodong with a pitiful expression, her voice trembling slightly.
Song Xiaodong said, "I'm not scaring you. If you don't believe me, go to the hospital tomorrow and get a scan. The results will come out quickly."
"Will... will I die?" Shui Qinghe felt her body go weak, could no longer sit up, and collapsed toward Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaodong quickly reached out to support her waist and said, "No worries, I'm here; I can cure you."
"Ah! Right, since you were able to diagnose it, you can definitely treat me, right?" Shui Qinghe, like grabbing a lifeline, clung to Song Xiaodong's arm right away.
"Of course, I can treat it, but it's not something a few needles can cure. The brain is very complex and it must be addressed gradually. It might take a month or two to heal."